Living at home, being a twentysomething is an interesting experience. It's almost like you're going back in time, practically erasing the years that you've spent away...
alright, so it's only been a few years that I've lived on my own, but it is still not the easiest thing to adjust back to, having your mom asking what time you'll be home, getting a look when you say that you're going out for the night and it happens to be 11pm. or family telling you how to live your life, which they did before, but now it's constantly happening over and over.
And it almost boggles my mind when you see the same people every single day and still have things to say each other. as much as I love my family, I think I prefer the distance than to be living in the same house. Totally normal, right? I hope so.
alright, so it's only been a few years that I've lived on my own, but it is still not the easiest thing to adjust back to, having your mom asking what time you'll be home, getting a look when you say that you're going out for the night and it happens to be 11pm. or family telling you how to live your life, which they did before, but now it's constantly happening over and over.
And it almost boggles my mind when you see the same people every single day and still have things to say each other. as much as I love my family, I think I prefer the distance than to be living in the same house. Totally normal, right? I hope so.
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