If at any point you’ve lived alone, then you know the freedom and responsibilities that come with it. But what happens when you move back in with your parents after the pivotal age of 30?
I’ve been living by myself ever since I was 18, but I recently sold my house whilst looking for another gaff, and decided to move back in with my parents and save money on rent.
I’m obviously grateful that they welcomed me with open arms, but the dynamics of the relationship have completely changed. I’m once again a guest in their home, but I’m not a 16-year old who doesn’t know any better…
Rent-Free: My father and stepmother were kind enough to take me in without asking for rent money. I buy groceries now and then, but it’s definitely not the same as paying for rent and bills. I’m so in awe of this… I have so much spare cash at the moment that I’m managing to save twice what I normally would.
Chores: Although I insist on helping out around the house, my stepmother normally has everything done and dusted before I even get home from work. I cook when she’s out running errands and, thanks to that marvelous invention, the dishwasher, no one has to worry about doing the washing up after. It’s such a life of luxury!
Company: I’ve never liked an empty house. In fact, until about two months ago, I used to have people over on an almost daily basis. Living with someone permanently means that I’m never alone in the house, and it’s great to be able to just sit down and watch a movie with my parents.
Lack of Freedom: Of course, most parents won’t lock you up in a dungeon whether you’re 15 or 35, but when you live under their roof, they are prone to asking you questions and making accusatory statements. ‘You were out late last night!’ and ‘Why did you do it that way?’ are two sentences penetrated into my skull on a weekly basis? They may seem trivial, but when you’ve lived alone for over 15 years, it feels like they’re invading your privacy.
Less Sex: When living by myself, if I wanted to take a girl home, I could, and she could stay over. Now, it’s much more complicated than that. Firstly, I have to explain to the people I’m on a date with that I’m back to living with my parents until I find a new house and, secondly, I have to tell them that we can’t go back to mine, so it’s either theirs, the back of the car or a sayonara for the night!
It Gets Comfortable: After two months, I can already feel myself sinking into a very comfortable zone, and it’s dangerous. If I had been renting out, the money being forked on the place would have been a reminder that I need to get a place ASAP. Because I keep saving so much money and I have so many things done for me, I often find myself procrastinating…
Moving in back with your parents can be quite an enlightening experience nonetheless. It makes you appreciate how much you’ve grown and how independent you’ve become. And they normally call you out on the stupid things you do in life. Yet, from my end, I definitely think it’s time to look for my own house… Although I’ll definitely be popping in to spend time with my parents more often than I used to!
Have you moved back in with your parents after you lived alone? What was your experience like?
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