When I moved out of my parents’ house, people used to joke that I would be back. I said, confidently, “Never.”
Looks like I was wrong.
Ok, so I wasn’t totally wrong. Waiting out a pandemic at my parents’ house isn’t exactly the same as ‘moving back home.’ But sometimes it feels that way – especially since I’m sleeping in a twin bed again. Read more…
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