Apparently, the days of getting out of home as quick as you could and starting your life on a meagre income, living in a rat infested shack with 3 other similarly lowly paid just-out-of-education souls are over. “Kids” (and really, let’s use the term quite loosely here) have finally wised up to the fact that if they don’t leave home quite so soon they can continue having their cleaning done, groceries stocked, clothes washed and save up for their lofty ambitions, whether that be buying a house or backpacking around the world for two year.
Thing is, it’s not just the kids who are at it.
There’s the “grown up kids” who have finally realised that they moved out of home way too soon, and if they head back to the nest they too can have all of the above at the very reasonable price of a slight dent to their pride and a minor adjustment of having to actually tell someone that they won’t be home for dinner at the usual time. Bargain.
The boomerang generation, as we’re becoming known, is something I’m familiar with. I moved back home just before relocating overseas – seizing an opportunity to save some hard earned cash to fuel eight months of travel and setting up in a foreign country with no job. Friends who have left London and returned to Oz have ended up back at home for varying periods of time, and relations have actually returned home with children themselves – which in my opinion, is sheer genius. At a time in your life when you’ll be struggling to adapt with a new baby, what better to help you cope than grandparents on tap, 24/7?
Problem is, it’s not all positives for the parents. You’d think they’d love having their kids home and having such a huge role in their grandkids lives – and they do. But they didn’t exactly plan for buying food to feed a family in their retirement. It’s a tough gig being a parent again when you really can’t spit out the “my rules my house” mantra because your kids have kids of their own, and you’re wondering whether you even have the right to discipline your grandkids at all.
So this is a little post to say “Damn, folks. I respect you. And your acceptance and unconditional love for your families.”
Oh yeah, and Mum, did I mention that I might need a place to stay if I move back to Oz?