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.