Back under the parents roof

skiminnesota

skiminnesota

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So today begins the 2 week adventure of returning home for Christmas break. This will be the longest time spent at home since moving out.

That said i really do have a great relationship with my parents and younger sister that still lives at home. but after doing things my own way, its going to be a bit of an adjustment.

I already hate this twin bed that makes me feel like im 11 again. haha

what drives you guys / girls nuts about extended stays with your family after living on your own?
 
i dont know how i would survive holiday dinners with my family if it wasnt for alcohol. but i still love going home and i get along well with my family, so as long as i dont attempt t converse with any of them for more than 20 minutes at a time, its usually very pleasant.
 
Being asked questions constantly: what are you doing, where are you going, who are you talking to? Fuck.

And the need to clean up after myself right away.
 
I used to love going home for the holidays, but I do agree that after a couple weeks I was always ready to get back to my own life. I kind of have the best of both worlds now, because I only live like 15 minutes away and can see my parents whenever I want, but I can go home at the end of the night and have no obligation to spend weeks at their house haha. I have a great relationship with my parents and siblings, so it's always a good time to get together, have a few drinks, catch up, and eat good food.
 
definitely takes getting used to.

the food and lack of responsibility is awesome. Food shows up in the fridge or on the table despite me having done nothing to get it there. That's the best.

Also nice being around family and all my old friends.

But with that said being able to do stuff at will is nice too. Cook a meal at midnight, wake up at 11am, do nothing all day without being hassled is all very nice.
 
Hahaha oh my gooddddd my mom is terrible about this. She can't seem to stop asking questions during movies. It has gotten to the point before where I have pulled up the Wikipedia page for the movie we're watching on her iPad and let her read along as we watch so she understands what's going on. Come on, Mom!
 
I have three brothers so when I come home from uni there is always pee on the seat. I definitely don't miss that. but all in all it's a pretty good time.
 
I was sleeping in a wooden bunk bed . Not sure how tall I was but I'm about 6'4" now and was always tall. Used to have a pillow and had my legs going over the wooden end. Actually bought a new queen size a few years before I ever left.

I take it in moderation. I've been technically living with my parents this whole off season. At least I've been getting mail here and consider this home. Haven't actually been here much. Over the summer was gone for months at a time and it made it easier to not pay rent on a place I wasn't living. Now that I just got back again and not going anywhere anytime soon I'm kind of over it.

If my knee was working I was going to head out west and get on a park crew out yonder somewhere. Instead I'm sort of stuck.

For better or worse my parents are past arguments. We just don't talk. conversations consist of "hows the weather" "Oh yeah it's raining out". There's no real communication but there never was so I actually think this is better. No yelling and bullshit.

Hopefully I don't get trapped here for the winter. If so At least tour starts up in feb.
 
i like absolutely nothing about going home now.

my dad makes worse food, watches far more boring television, is more obnoxious than my roommates and keeps his house colder than mine.
 
Yeah everyday while I'm watching Breaking Bad: "who's that guy" "so he's the bad guy" "what he's a drug dealer?" "What's this movie called" Fuck dad it's still the same show lol
 
It's nice getting to see everyone again but it does get kinda boring sometimes and I get annoyed that my mom still wants me to tell her whenever I go out while I'm home. Like I've been living on my own, supporting myself, across the country from you for years, and now suddenly I need to inform the world when I go to the grocery store? Fine whatever. Also, it'd be cool if the boyfriend could come hang out for a few days, but I'm pretty sure my parents will be weird about us sleeping in the same bed....never mind that in reality we live together, and they know this and don't freak out about it. Things are just different at home.
 
the biggest things for me are having to clean up right away, being asked all sorts of questions about what im doing all the time, not being able to just smoke when/where i want to...

but damn im so glad to get back to my bed here, so much nicer than the one i have at school. and i feel like im eating like a king haha

also, the dishwasher. i fucking LOVE the dishwasher
 
Im 27 and have done 2 1 year or so stretches of living at home since college. The first one I was working and it was OK. But I moved out because it was annoying having to be accounted for and getting yelled at if I wasn't home by a certain time.

The second one came when my roommates got in a fight, broke the lease, and I also had totalled my car and had a suspended licsence so there was nowhere else to go. Not to mention I wasn't working. It wasn't bad either considering I used the money I saved to get my business off the ground.

When the snow melts in Tahoe I will be back this year and I don't earn a fucking thing in the summer once the Bruins and Celtics get eliminated from the playoffs until September. After 8 months living in casinos and motels I'll be ready to bum around in the basement and have no worries other than my plans to make money on my own (fuck getting a job don't want one) and not running out of weed.

I am not blazing now so it'll be nice to get back and get into a heavy roast session.

Sometimes u gotta make sacrifices to get ahead. A break from paying rent is a good way to do this. And I can't be around other grown men its just gay.

 
As a Junior in college I always love coming home. My mom teaches school so she is hardly around during the days and she is a boss cook. She makes me so much food it's incredible. I have basically no responsibilities. I also live right next to my grandparents so I see them all the time. I should probably mention they are cool as hell. I spend days of my breaks just cutting wood with my grandpa because that is what he does all day every day.
 
Not being able to eat what I want.

Always being nagged about something.

Decreased level of freedom.

Having to justify everything I do.
 
i just got back home for xmas break, and let me tell you.... free food, free roof over your head, and nothing beats chilling with the family. I think that realization comes with age though.
 
When I moved out to go to college in 2010 my parents moved into a smaller house, I don't even have a room at their place anymore. Whenever I go back I end up crashing on the couch or throw a sleeping bag on my brother's floor if I don't want to get woken up by my dad letting the dogs out at 5 am. My dad makes some pretty boss food but never cooks breakfast, that's my only meal I can't go without. Other than that I like going home because I'm living 2500 miles away from where I grew up.
 
Same, just that it's my mom.

"What was that!?"

"Why did that guy shoot that guy!?"

"Wowow this went too fast, what happened now?"
 
I go home for skiing most weekends in the winter, so being home a bit longer isn't that big of a change. But still, when I'm home on the weekends, I ski all day, and my parents usually work most of the time, so I see them maybe one dinner.

But it's awesome having a fridge full of food, someone cooking, and the dishwasher. Holy fuck I love the dishwasher. And obviously having skiing one minute walk away is the best thing. Also the dog.

The worst is not being able to do my usual routines, the tiny amount of privacy and things like that. But it's fine, I have a pretty good relationship with the fam.
 
I go home for skiing most weekends in the winter, so being home a bit longer isn't that big of a change. But still, when I'm home on the weekends, I ski all day, and my parents usually work most of the time, so I see them maybe one dinner.

But it's awesome having a fridge full of food, someone cooking, and the dishwasher. Holy fuck I love the dishwasher. And obviously having skiing one minute walk away is the best thing. Also the dog.

The worst is not being able to do my usual routines, the tiny amount of privacy and things like that. But it's fine, I have a pretty good relationship with the fam.
 
Yeah, because being a 27 year old man with a roommate is so much more gay than being a grown ass man who lives with mommy and daddy. What? I don't even....
 
I moved home in September and I love it.

I come home after work and dinner is made. I clean the house, as I would if it were my own. I help my mom out with her floral business in exchange for living for free. I don't get yelled at, I can do anything want whenever I want. It's awesome. I love home.

 
My parents moved to a fucking island north of Seattle so the worst part of visiting them is the damn ferry ride. Other than that everything is taken care of. And its only a 2.5 hour drive to baker...
 
my situation when going to visit my parents is so weird. Growing up I always lived way out of town in the country. and town was pretty small only like 20k population was the closest town. like a 20 minute drive in any direction just to get to a gas station. So when I went to college in a bigger town, like 90k population, it was nice to be in town and not have to drive a million miles to get somewhere. Also my parents place doesn't have cable because cable doesn't run out that far in the country. So I don't like to go home because everything is so far away and the internet is slow. and my parents are seldom home. My mom works nights at a hospital and sleeps during the day. My dad works in a town 2 hours away where we have another house for him to live in 5 days out of the week. so my parents are never usually home.

but

my parents house is soo fricken nice. everything works, everything is clean and the house wasn't built more than a hundred years ago so it has modern wiring, drywall walls plenty of windows and doesn't leak heat like a sieve. they have newer furniture not just handmedowns. the house was also built for one family and not separated into two living units for renters. Also I feel like I get along a lot better with my parents now that it's not a relationship where they have to tell me what to do all the time. I feel like I will do a lot more chores for them when I am home because I feel like since they're putting me up I should do stuff while I'm there. It's not so much a power over the other relationship it's more of a mutual respect kind of thing. So I like going home for a couple days at a time but I don't think I could live there again.
 
yea, its always interesting going home for the holidays.

i've been on my own for 4 years now.. so my parents are kind of over all the "where are you going" questions etc..

i try to not spend too much time with them cuz inevitably an argument will start.. so i have to be careful with that.

but i think the best part of being at home, is a fully stocked refrigerator and kitchen!
 
I'm really happy to be home, but I'm into my second day of being home and already played shredsauce for 3 consecutive hours - crazy bored. To make matters worse, I don't smoke at home and am going cold turkey, probably do me some good though. It's nice not having to spend money all the time, but I stay in the middle of the countryside, so going from a big city to this is pretty boring.
 
With your job being what it is I would think you'd have stronger reading comprehension ;) It was cryptic but I believe he stated in there that he indeed lives in the basement.

I haven't stayed at home for an extended period like that since I moved out a decade a go. I enjoy seeing my mom and stepdad, she cooks very well and doesn't let me lift a finger when I go over even if I try to. Used to enjoy seeing the ole family dog but she passed last year so that's out. Only thing I don't like is it brings my grief to the front of my consciousness as my mother has basically turned her entire house into a shrine for my brothers that passed. I mean I don't ignore it on purpose or not think of them, but it is a little tough so see memorials to them everywhere I turn at all times. Also it just has an odd feel to the house, growing up in a ruckus house of three brothers you get used to a lot of comotion in the house, now it's just too silent I guess. At the risk of sounding too literal, the house just feels dead to me, so I don't like to spend lots of time there.
 
being told what to do again. coming home from three months of not being home in the summer was really fun, but then im back at home, and life sucks again.
 
Haha what? You're in high school. You fucking live at home all the time. Going away to summer camp doesn't count.
 
haha fuck you dude. i've been eating, drinking and smoking nothing but god damn loan documents for the past month. if i had balls, id teabag your fucking head and make sure you liked it :P
 
3 months, started at windells, monthlong spanish camp, then i was living in san fran for 3 weeks for an art camp, then a 2 week wakeboard camp.
 
haha pics or it didn't happen missy, course considering your ability to drink me under the table that shouldn't really be difficult. I'm so getting you truck nuts for christmas now ;)
 
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