Let me preface this with I'm not talking about anyone here but me. I know plenty of my friends and family members that still live at home and I'm knocking it one bit. A heck of a way to save money, but just not for me and here's why:
I left my parent's house a month after my 18th birthday and except for a few times around Peace Corp (but always with an end date), I didn't go back. This was mostly because I never liked the house that they lived in or the area that they lived in. There was not really anything there for me, but them. Since I left at 18, my parents never had to determine how to treat a real adult in their house and I never had to pretend that I would follow the rules they set for me. Now, I do understand your parents' house is theirs for a reason, if they have rules you gotta respect them, you're in their house. These are rules like take your shoes off, turn the lights off if you're not using them, but not curfew rules.
I asked my cousin if you wanted to go out for a drink the other day, but I couldn't go until 9p.m. She said she couldn't leave the house that late because her little brother goes to bed at that time. My eyes widened a bit at the thought, but its whatever, only a weekend drinking partner.
Then my father called me, and upon hearing I wasn't home yet, I could hear slight worry in his voice, and he asked me to call just to let him know I made it home safe. So I did.
I know better than to live with my parents' because I know that they would be forever worried about me and have REASONS to be! At least with me 3 + hours away, they can just generally worry about well-being, hope I'm being safe and okay, but with me up under their eyes, they would know how late I stay out, how I never make it home before dark, and the craziness I walk out the house in.
This actually reminds of a situation that once happened with one of my very good friends and partners in crime. It was the summer time and I don't remember how we but we ended up at the dellys (a Williamburg thing), I don't even think either of us was drinking, which made the rest of the night even more mysterious. You know in the movies when two people are in scene and the scene changes behind them and they don't notice? That's kind of how our night went. I don't remember driving to these places, but I was aware we stopped by several places before realizing that it was 3am and we were down the street from my friend's parents' house. Exhausted, we snuck in to get some sleep and I woke up to this:
Friend's mom: What how did you get here?
Friend: Blank look.
Friend's mom: When did you get here?
Friend: Last night
Friend's mom: What, where were you?
Friend: uh
Friend's mom: Who's car is that out front?
Friend: (Goes to look), It's Keisha's (that's me)
(I'm even surprised that I drove lol.)
Friend's mom: OH, where is she? Why did you bring her car here? Is something wrong with her car?
Friend: No, she drove us here last night.
Friend's mom: She's here too? Well, what are y'all doing? What were you doing?
Friend: stammers out so response that makes no sense. whatsoever.
Friend's mom: Clearly annoyed...walks away.
Dang no breakfast... I don't even remember how that ended. I'm sure we got a sausage wrapped in a waffle (one of her fav foods) and drove back.
But basically, I never want to have that conversation with my parents. That is just a nerve headache waiting to happen (for both sides). That's why for my sake and my parents' sake, I can never go back home. (Keep stacking cash for those of you doing it!)
**two snaps**
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