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Hello everyone and happy Friday!

Today’s blog is about something that not everyone might deal with, but it has to do with the awkward conversations that come with living at home.

I am 23 years old, something I have mentioned (or should have) at some point, and I currently live at home with my parents. It is not a permanent thing, as many of you know from my podcast, I’ve been working towards getting my own place sometime before the end of summer. My S.O. and I are in the process of closing on a new build. ANYWAY, not the point.

I am seeing that a lot of fun things are going to be happening this weekend due to Memorial Day. Obviously, as a person who works from home and with an extra day off, I want to roam around and have some fun. When I wasn’t living at home, I wasn’t asking for any sort of permission, and now that I am back, it seems like such a difficult conversation to have, because why should I ask for permission to go anywhere? There is this tricky way my parents operate, where I technically don’t have to ask for permission but they ask so many questions and make so many comments, it might as well be the same. When I get back home, they’re always angry or ignoring me, as if it’s a bad thing to leave home. Like I shouldn’t want to leave so often. I don’t think that’s fair, I am young, and they always say I am boring, but here in my hometown, there is nothing to do.

My S.O. does not have this problem, either because he is male or simply because he is older, but he never understands how hard it is to get away for the weekend when I’m here with my parents.

Maybe I’m just complaining to complain, but I would like to know how you guys (IF you deal with this) bring the topic of going out for the weekend. I guess it’s a bit different because I’m not asking to go out for the night, but instead wanting to leave for a couple of days. Still. I should have some sort of independence. The way they act makes me want to literally not come back at some points. I’m not coming back to a loving home, I know I’m coming back to some type of resentment.

I will probably still find a way to leave, though, HA. I mean I care about their feelings, but not enough to not live my own life. I am my own person. I know that may be selfish, but I don’t want to look back and wish I would have done things. Sometimes a sorry is better than asking for permission.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…

-IC