After a year of supporting myself financially and living on my own IN A FOREIGN LAND, moving back in with my parents has been … interesting.
I don’t want to say it’s been hard because my parents are pretty easy-going. They let me have my boyfriend over (though he has to sleep on the couch), they don’t impose any kind of curfew (thankfully! seeing as I’m 24), and aside from the occasional, dirty-dish-related hiccup, we coexist harmoniously.
This is largely due to the fact that my parents are awesome. Laid back, young (they’re 45 and 46), and quick to laugh, my Mom and Dad could probably moonlight as a comedy duo. My dad, in particular, finds himself hilarious.
In addition to my parental units, I have a younger sister named Erin. She’s a college senior, a bonafide comic book geek, and lives 4 hours south, in Bloomington, Indiana, where she attends school. She even rudely decided to get an internship and stay there all summer instead of coming home to be my bestie/partner in crime. She makes up for this by pinning lots of things for me on Pinterest and genuinely being an exceptional human being. Still, I miss having her at the house. She helps me navigate the murky waters of “Life at Home” and “Life in Valparaiso.”
And “Life at Home” can be very abnormal for a variety of reasons. Here are just a few:
- My family is extraordinarily close and we like to play complicated word games. This seems to intimidate visitors.
- My mom likes to make up songs on the fly and sing them repeatedly. One was about a missing onion. She also has a very loud song and dance routine to go with the Lion King’s “Circle of Life” song.
- We are surprisingly liberal for a white, middle class family in Indiana. That aspect alone made highschool rather difficult for me.
- My parents still are very much in love, which can be adorable but also a bit TOO adorable. Plus, if they catch me making a disgusted face at their PDA, they will take things over the top with a slobbery make out session, just to gross me out. Also, they like to have matching themed Facebook profile pictures. (Think Jack and Sally from “A Nightmare Before Christmas” or Sooki and Eric from “True Blood.” Or, on one memorable occasion, extremely scary clowns.)
- Our cats have very prominent personalities. One of them has a sexual slipper fetish, despite having been fixed.
- Did I mention my family is close? Because we’re really close. Sometimes my friends call us “The Brady Bunch.”
We are a happy family, so it really isn’t terrible living at home. It’s just an infringement on my independence. However, I do get to have my mom call me randomly at work to sing me a song about stealing a banana from my Dad.
That sounds like innuendo, but it’s not … I hope.
My CompliKAITed Life is a column by Kaitlin Marie running on Kate-book.com every other Wednesday at noon. You can read all about Kaitlin’s Zombie Apocalypse plans on her blog Zombies4breakfast.com. Oh, and follow her on Twitter here or on Pinterest here. She pins obsessively.