Well, I think I've had enough of living at home already. I did that for the first 30 years of my life, being smothered and controlled out of getting my own place until it finally hit them that I'm no longer 10 years old and I'm grown up (ha!) now. Then at age 30 I finally bought that trailer house. Then I sold it and moved to Massachusetts. Then I moved back to Chalmette and finally after all these years I finally room with my friend Henry, but that only lasted a month. NOW I'm back at home with parents. They are not nearly as controlling as they were 6 years ago but all their little habits still rack my nerves. The laundry, the thermostat, the walking right in, etc.
Speaking of the thermostat. We have a digital one made by Hunter. These are junk because my trailer had one. It's not 1o accurate like a Honeywell, it's more like 2 or 3. So that the temperature fluctuates constantly. So they shut it off causing everyone to freeze.
Even now, just now, my mom barged right in as I was typing this message. I had to stop what I was doing because she wanted me to look something up on the internet.
Oh the bedroom/bathroom thing. It wouldn't phase them at all if I walked in on one of them taking a shower or using the toilet. They're from the country where they had outhouses and a single washtub for 4 kids. So privacy wasn't an option back then. That's fine, but *I* want privacy. I want my own space. I didn't grow up poor in the middle of Cajun country and had to crap in the outhouse and bathe in used water in the washtub outside. And if I demand privacy, then the eyebrows raise, "So what are you doing in there that's so private", relating to the evils of the "M" word. I'll never get it here so I HAVE to get out of here. If there are no houses available here that I can start off with, I'll rent an apartment. But my neighbors might soon get annoyed when I start practicing my accordion (they're not quiet, I assure you).
The ONLY time I've ever heard them knock before entering was when Bri was over for thanksgiving.
So even when I move out, I don't think I'll ever want to go back to living with parents again. When they get old and need help, well that's another story, but by then it will be my turn to be controlling. REVENGE!!!!!! In a good way, of course.