After my first year of university in 2005, when I was 18, I went back to the parents house for a summer of enjoying myself, and working over time at the local BBQ restaurant. Since then, I was back for Thanksgivings, Christmas, and a few other random visits, but it stopped being my main ‘home.’ Until this summer happened. The problem with traveling for two years after graduation is that it gives you no chance to find yourself a solid home. Not being in the same country for more than a few months makes that pretty difficult… Surprise surprise.
So one thing came in handy – while I was off exploring the lands Down Under, my parents moved back to London to a flat with an extra bedroom. Success.
What has six months living back with mum and dad been like? Well, to be honest…not as bad as I thought it would be. Might be something to do with the fact that I still spend half the week staying elsewhere… But I give them their space, and I get my space so it works out right?
People always think heading back to the parents home as an adult is a bad thing, but hey – turns out it’s not so bad after all. For now.