By WENDY LANG
There comes a time in a girl’s life when she must move back home with her parents. It’s all part of growing down, moving backward and becoming a non-confident, dependent woman.
But it also comes with copious amounts of food and widescreen TVs. So I recommend it to everybody.
I am in my late twenties and I recently chose to move back in (temporarily) with my retired parents, for reasons too dull to mention. But it’s been a fascinating psychological experiment, and as a bonus byproduct I’ve now caught up on those missed episodes of Heartbeat!
Before I go on, I must emphasise how appreciative I am that my parents agreed to let me come home. Especially as they haven’t voiced distaste at my bags-of-disorganisation which have been lining the hallway for months. (Although I do suspect those plastic storage boxes which mysteriously appeared may be a form of non-verbal communication).
When I told my friends I was moving back, their reactions fell into two groups. The first featured comments like “That’ll be lovely to have home-cooked meals!” and “It’s such a great way to save money!”.
The second included looks of worry and objection.
“Don’t do it!” said one cautionary party, who may or may not have been my sibling.
Another friend gave me a stern talking-to. “DO NOT move back just because it’s easy. ONLY move back if you’re saving money to head overseas or buy a house. And give yourself a STRICT deadline.”
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He he he love your writing, Wendy. I know your pain - I've just moved home with my parents too at 24 so I can save up to go to med school next year. The dinners and the like are the best but the 'you won't be home UNTIL AFTER 10?!' is a bit hard to adjust to! It is really lovely to be able to spend some family time together though - I've lived in WA for the past 2 years with my now-ex and plan to move to Sydney later this year. So I'm trying to enjoy it while it lasts! x
Hilarious, I love the way you write! Your parents sound awesome by the way