Last year, I moved back home.
I had a reason. A few, actually. First, my car was no longer working. My '99 Buick was on its last leg/tire? and I had been told if I drove it any further, it would probably blow up. So, that lead to reason #2 - I had to save money. If not to buy a new car, then at least to save up to move someplace else.
So, I packed up all my freedom and dignity and moved to my mom's couch*. For three months, we carpooled. I would wake up early, take her to work, work myself, then pick her up from work, and then she would drop me off at school only to pick me up at night. Does it sound terrible to you? Because it sucked. A lot.
Thankfully, in May, I bought my beautiful car and I didn't have to depend on my mom for rides everywhere. But, I'm still sleeping on her couch.
I am truly thankful that my mom let me come and crash with her when I needed her the most. It's been incredibly tough, but I don't know what I would do without my family.
Some Frequently Asked Questions about my living arrangement:
Do you like living at home? No. Not at all. My stuff is spread out between three rooms - my clothes are in my mom's closet, half my furniture is in my brother's room, and the other half is in the living room. I don't really have any privacy either because I'm in the living room.
Are you at least saving money? This is debatable. Yes and no. I'm able to do more exciting things - like go on trips, so that sucks a lot of money. If I wasn't traveling, I would have a lot more money saved.
Are you seriously sleeping on a couch? YES. I am seriously on a couch and it's not comfortable at all. My back hurts!
Do you still have a curfew? The first time I moved back home (I moved out when I was 19 and quickly moved back 8 months later), my mom gave me a curfew. Her house - her rules. Now, she's a lot more lax. I have to get up at 4 am for work, so I don't want to stay out all night anyway. We do have an understanding that I check-in to bars on Facebook if I'm out drinking - so she knows where I am. And that I text her the next morning - wherever I am - to let her know I'm alive. So, I have some freedom.
Are you at least planning on moving out? Hmmm. Yes. I'm planning a lot of things, so we'll see what happens.
There it is. Sometimes I really am embarrassed that I'm living on my mom's couch, but that's how things worked out and I'm happy I had a place to go. Hell, it's a lot more spacious than my car.
*When I say that I live on her couch, I literally sleep on a couch. And it's not a good couch. I have to sleep on the recliner side. It's terrible.