are living with their parents than at any time since around 1940-and they have no problem with it.
But living at home isn’t always a sign of a bong smoking, video game playing, unemployed slacker.
A iced coffee seems reasonable since I’m not paying rent, right?
If someone had told me a decade ago that I'd be living at home as a 30-something, I never would have believed them. Realizing you've become the kind of person you used to scoff at as a 20-something (an educated adult who literally lives in their mom's basement) can definitely feel lonely at times, but according to a recent Pew Research Center study, my living situation is far from unique. As of 2014, for the first time in more than 130 years, adults ages 18 to 34 are more likely to be living in their parents' home than with a spouse or partner in their own household.
Not all moms give their kids the boot like Kris Jenner. According to a recent Pew Research Center analysis of where young adults are living, researchers found that more young adults are shacking up with their parents, either moving back after graduating college or *gasp* never leaving in the first place.I swear I lived independently for four years of college – even if my parents don’t seem to have realized this.Since I’ve moved home, my mother has lost sleep speculating that I may be any combination of the following: an alcoholic, a closeted lesbian, anemic, overweight, too picky with men, not picky enough with men, etc.Then I moved home and found out I wasn’t really an adult. Gone are the mornings when I had the luxury of nursing my hangover in private. My dad asked if Rihanna was married to Kanye West the other day. No mom, I’m just hanging out reading and bawling my eyes out, and this is just as good a time as any, okay? My parents seem to have confused themselves for a panel of judges fit to commentate on my love life.In fact, according to my parents, everything was wrong with me: my eating habits, my sleep schedule and even some of my friends. Now I must do it in front of the two people who raised me, both of whom take me aside and ask when I will learn to “nurse a drink.” There’s no such thing as making last minute plans, because my parents need to know if I’ll be home for dinner. I’m “burning the candle at both ends.” Is it below 40 degrees? I better stay home all day or I’ll wind up with the flu. My mom thinks a light on in my room at 3am is cause for extreme concern. Mostly because I still expect my mom to schedule my next dentist appointment. My dad often wonders aloud why I don’t have a boyfriend and likes to declare who is a schmuck and who isn’t a schmuck.