It's official. With my time here in Washington wrapping up, in two weeks I'll be moving back into my parents house in NY.
I love my family, and we're all pretty close, but I haven't lived with them for more than about two weeks at a time in over two and a half years, which is kind of a long time. I'm used to having my own space now, and taking care of myself, and moving back in with four "roommates" is going to be overwhelming. Especially when those roommates enjoy stealing your clothes and telling you what time you have to be home.
Of course, there will be some upsides. Not having to cook for myself every night will be awesome. My mom generally cooks, and when I'm home I always try to take turns, but she still cooks at least four out of five nights of the week. And my Dad always cooks huge breakfasts on the weekends, with eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, fruit, pancakes....the whole shebang. Plus, my mom has a huge garden, and she's been raving to me about how much produce she has.
|Here's a little section of my mom's garden. Her and my dad made the gate this year out of our old swingset!|
It'll also be nice to hang out with my brother and sister. They're both in high school, so our age gap is pretty large, and I've been out of the house since they were pretty young. Still, we all get along so it will be nice to be able to go to their sports games and such while I'm home. However, I am afraid that I will become the family chauffeur since neither of them has their drivers license yet.
|Plus, I get to see these two crazies again.|
I think my biggest issue is the indefinite-ness of me going home. Every other time I've been home in the past four years it was temporary, with a set date that I would be back at school. This time, my plan is to be home until I have a set job elsewhere, which hopefully won't be too long, but theoretically could be months. I'm starting to feel like a stereotype. I recently read somewhere that 30% of millennials are living with their parents. Now I'm one of those figures. Just another kid with a college degree, student debt, and no job.
Please let me know in the comments if any of you moved home after college, and let me know how it went! I know that I'm super lucky to have parents that are willing to take me back in, and I should be grateful, but this is probably the scariest thing I've done since I started college.