Remember the post about hangovers? (If not, please go and read now.) Well, I'm sporting a pretty nice one as I type these words. The difference with this one is that I am talking about it with my mother.
Because I still live with my parents.
Moving back in post-grad is the best AND worst thing that can happen to you. The rent is free and the fridge is stocked, but you have to deal with a lecture on occasion.
“The best part of not living with parents is I don’t have to justify everywhere I go. The worst is having to pay to live somewhere. ”
Moving out seems like such a simple task, until you realize there is a bill for literally everything. I don't get free groceries anymore? WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS?! Nowadays, millennials are moving out and realizing just how cruel, (expensive), the real world is. However, this isn't a financial blog so I will let you figure that out on your own. Leaving your parents house is a rite of passage that truly marks adulthood.
“Moving out you get to find yourself. You find out what you like or don’t like independent of your family. ”
Leaving the safety of your nest isn't solely about getting away from your parents. Leaving the nest is the only way you can learn to fly. Trust me I am WELL aware of how cliche I sound, but it does the job. And by flying I mean not having to come home at 8 in the morning with your mother telling you that you smell like a distillery. It's the little things.
I chose to move back in with my family after leaving college. Alright well I didn't really choose, I literally had to. When you graduate FUNemployed as I did, it's just your only option. Coming back in was a very interesting adjustment. I stopped really asking them for permission to do things. I basically just let them know that I will be going out and depending on the number of drinks I may or may not make it back. I'm courteous.
I've anticipated leaving my parents house once I get to 25 and my time is running out. I've started to really cherish those random moments I share with my family, but I also want to stab them on occasion . However, that's pretty standard for just about anyone that is lucky enough to spend a lot time with family. That's what they're here for. Sure moving out will mean later nights, rent, cooking, rent, actually keeping a living space clean and rent. Did I mention paying rent? But I get to find out who I really am.
I get to fly.