So I’ve officially been a resident of Hotel Mom&Dad for two weeks now. It’s weird. Like real weird. I moved to San Diego two weeks after my 18th birthday and didn’t think I would ever move back in, especially not after getting married! My parents are off to New York and the Bahamas to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, so this is probably the only chance I’ll have to rant about living with them.
Living with parents: Bedroom
The first thing that’s less than ideal is the fact that I’m living in the guest bedroom. It’s decorated with antique furniture and screams “I was meant for someone over the age of 83.” Needless to say, it’s not my style. What’s more, I’m sleeping on a twin mattress. Girl Ninja and I lived the luxurious life in San Diego and rocked a Full (insert sarcasm here). Actually, now that I think about it, I probably have more space in my twin, than I did with Girl Ninja in our full, she’s been known to hog the bed…
Living with parents: Animals
My parents have three dogs, if you want to meet them you can do so here. I don’t mind Gizmo (the black pug) and Bella (the boxer). They both have short coarse hair. Sure, they shed a little, but it’s not devastating and can easily be cleaned up with a lint roller. Gadget (the fawn pug), however, is one hairball away from being sent to doggy heaven. I have no clue how such a tiny dog can shed so freakin’ much, it’s mind boggling really. Unfortunately, my parents love their three dogs waaaaaay more than they love me. As much as I can’t stand the dog hair, I’m gonna have to suck it up and get use to it.
Living with parents: Not my place
My least favorite thing about living with my parents is simply the fact that I’m living with my parents. It’s not my home, it’s theirs. I am a guest. There is something liberating about living on your own. You can decorate how you want, you can walk around in your underwear all day (it would get real awkward if I tried doing that here), and you don’t have to abide by anyone elses rules but your own. Plus, it’s kind of embarrassing being 25, married, financially stable, but still having to do chores (this week it’s mow the lawn and do the dishes). I feel like Will Farrel in The Wedding Crashers.
Is living with my parents weird? Sure, but it’s no fault of their own. I mean, it would be pretty rude of me to expect them to redecorate, sell their dogs, and let me walk around half naked, just so I feel at “home”. It’s a temporary gig, living here is saving GN and I $1,200/month in rent, and the best thing is I actually like my parents. They are super fun and all around good people.I’d much rather live with them than live by myself for 2.5 months.
When’s the last time you lived with your parents? Would you EVER move back in with them, even if for a short time? What’s your favorite thing about having your own place?
p.s. If you want see what my (and Girl Ninja’s) first place looked like, you can take the tour here.
p.p.s. Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad!