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“Where are you going?”

“The boys’.”

“What are you doing?”

“Having a barbecue.”

“What are you doing with that alcohol? How are you getting home? You better not be driving. Who’s driving?
Are you staying the night? Where will you sleep?”


This conversation happened earlier this summer, about a week after I’d moved back in with my parents for a yet undetermined amount of time. My mom and I followed this conversation with another, less frustrating one. If you’re living at home, chances are you’ve had a similar talk with your parents at some point. The “I’m an adult,” “Well you’re living in my house,” conversation. Here are some things I’ve learned since moving home:

Be understanding

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The best thing I took away from that talk was the realization that my moving back in wasn’t just weird for me, it was weird for my parents, too. Prior to that, I’d been looking at it solely as a woe-is-me situation, but my parents had some adjusting to do, too. It made it easier when I realized that I wasn’t the only one with a learning curve.

Be patient

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Patience is another thing I’ve become more conscious of. I had to accept that my parents would ask me questions, and that that was okay. When I was in school they obviously didn’t always know my whereabouts. But this isn’t school. This is home, and home wants to know if you’re coming back or not so that it doesn’t have to worry. Your parents just want to know you’re safe, their goal isn’t to drive you insane. (Usually.)

Be less whiney

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I’ve also learned to cut back on my whining. A couple months ago, I was constantly (though unconsciously) complaining to my parents about how badly I didn’t want to be there. It was too far away from things, no one was around, and there was never anything to do. Instead of making the best of my situation, I was whining and wishing it away, which does zero good for anyone. My mom eventually told me to either get over it or figure out a way to leave. I’m currently somewhere in between the two, but I’m being much less of a baby about it than I was before. Accept your situation for what it is and look at the positives instead of wishing it were different.

Ready to move back home?