The house that I’m living in was the family home from 1992-2000. The whole family moved to a bigger place in a nicer part of the same suburb. I then moved back in to the old house a year later. My mom sprang this on me tonight:
Mom: We are selling this house. We are moving back into your house.
Mom: We will build a small self-contained flat in the backyard. We will rent that out to students and we will move back into the room that you are in now (the master bedroom).
Me: Erm …
Mom: You can have the second largest room in the house.
Me: But …
Mom: Don’t worry, it’s gonna be at least another year.
Me: Well I guess that’s ok then.
Mom: Good. That’s settled then.
“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.” (Michael Corleone, Godfather 3)
So get this: I’ve been single since the time I moved out. Meaning I never really ever used the copious amount of freedom and privacy that I have. With my luck, I’ll probably get a girlfriend on the day that my parents move back in. Yeah it could happen.
But at least I will finally be getting some sex. So I guess it’s a good trade-off. Yeah, definitely. I will just have to be quiet, is all.
Or I can move out. Again. Otherwise, it’d be “social suicide” (YC). But I’m so comfortable here …. ARGH!