Bad weekend, I had stuff to do (my dad needs help with his house, and Ive got work I need to finish because the yanks dont sleep) but my mother had floating plans for the whole break.
We ended up doing nothing, and I got snippy with her the one time she suggested doing something concrete.
Tuesday rolled around and things cooled down once we were back to regular schedules.
I count myself fortunate to have somehow avoided ridiculous rents/rent increases, terrible landlords and bad housemates, eventually getting on the housing ladder in my late 30s. Too many people especially in the home countries/London aren’t nearly as lucky. Even offered help by my parents but wanted to do it myself
On the one hand, nice to not worry about food and a home cooked meal is always good.
On the other hand, when you have no agency in what time you wake up or what you eat, or even how you spend your evenings without anyone’s judgement, you literally regress back into a moody teenager.
I’m in my mid thirties and yet I feel like a child still. It’s actually worrying me.
In my case I buy my own food because I just have different tastes I guess. But yes I get the point about judgement. I definitely plan to move out as soon as it’s feasible to do so.
Bad weekend, I had stuff to do (my dad needs help with his house, and Ive got work I need to finish because the yanks dont sleep) but my mother had floating plans for the whole break.
We ended up doing nothing, and I got snippy with her the one time she suggested doing something concrete.
Tuesday rolled around and things cooled down once we were back to regular schedules.
Christ I need my own place
Same in my case. Living back with parents, after having lived independently, is annoying.
I count myself fortunate to have somehow avoided ridiculous rents/rent increases, terrible landlords and bad housemates, eventually getting on the housing ladder in my late 30s. Too many people especially in the home countries/London aren’t nearly as lucky. Even offered help by my parents but wanted to do it myself
On the one hand, nice to not worry about food and a home cooked meal is always good.
On the other hand, when you have no agency in what time you wake up or what you eat, or even how you spend your evenings without anyone’s judgement, you literally regress back into a moody teenager.
I’m in my mid thirties and yet I feel like a child still. It’s actually worrying me.
In my case I buy my own food because I just have different tastes I guess. But yes I get the point about judgement. I definitely plan to move out as soon as it’s feasible to do so.