There comes a time in everyone's life when they are just too old, too set in their ways, too independent to ever live with their parents again.
The difference between happiness & serving 20 to life is recognizing that time when it comes.
My time hit at 16, so it was a rough go for 2 years until I graduated & got the helloutta Dodge for bigger, greener pastures. The mistake I made was thinking that once I'd been gone for 8 months living on my own, paying my own bills & doing my own thing, I'd be welcomed as an equal into my family home.
Parents, for some inexplicable reason, are unable to view their children as anything but teenagers {usually anywhere in the 12-16 year range}.
I lasted a total of 20 days back in the Hobbit Hole, 20 days of harassment & wake-up calls & hearing "Get up & do something around here" at 8 am when I'd worked a double shift until 11:30 pm the previous night, before I moved on & moved out. This resulted in me spending all my "summer job save for uni" cash on rent, Cool Ranch Doritos, cigarettes & beer, but I think the freedom from jail that I enjoy to this day more than made up for the next 8 months of living on food stamps.
That, & I still like The Hobbits. Another plus.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Rent & The Parents
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Yes. The scary thing now is seeing my friends turn into their parents - or actually saying out loud to their kids "Stop growing!" or "You were so cuddly when you were younger!"
Because, as someone without kids, my warning that "uh, your kids are going to remember and hate you for that" must go unsaid. Because I clearly don't understand what it's like to be a parent.
And parents so often seem to completely forget what it was like to be a kid.
Up until about 4 years ago, I was still being told by my mom that I am welcome home anytime, and throughout my twenties she would tell me all about the latest thing she saw on Dateline or 20/20 about how more and more adult children are living at home with their parents.
I would always smile politely and then go home. To MY home.
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