I never want to move in with my parents again. I am an adult, I have experienced life on my own, and I like a certain amount of independence. When I moved back in after a year in the dorms, I hated the feeling of returning to childhood. And I would hate it even more if I did it again.
The fact that there aren't a whole lot of people my age living in my parents' neighborhood doesn't help.
But the thought of never again starting to randomly break into song and dance with my sisters on a random boring afternoon or evening is unpleasant. I guess you do always have to give something up.
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