Category: DH

My sisters moved back home after college, but it didn’t last long

the one headed to grad school and the other eventually bought a house. A few years down the road, my mom wanted to retire, but to do that she would have to sell the house. The solution was for her to sell 1/2 to my youngest sister. It is great for us because as my mom has gotten older and has had a few health problems, my sister, her DH and 2 girls can help. If I ever want to visit home, I have a place to stay.

On the other hand, my step niece is really a piece of work. She, her DH, and 6 kids, 1 grand kid and possible future son-in-law live in her mother’s basement. She’s been there off and on for the past 20 years. She’s 36 and I don’t ever see her changing.

Sorry, I hit Send too soon

My first DH and I lived at home for three months back in 1992 when he was discharged from the Navy and we moved all the way across the country to re-start our lives. That was a long, L-O-N-G three months. I can’t imagine now what it would be like for young people to be living at home, without some kind of “it’s only until X date” lifeline to hang onto.
When I decided to go back to work, I was concerned that I would be facing all these young kids, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and competing against them. I suppose in some respects I am competing against their more recent educations. But I’ve got 25 years of working experience in the field I’m trying to return to, against their “just graduated and living with Mom” resume. I guess old age and experience (didn’t want to think I was particularly treacherous) have their advantages.