Living with the 'Rents

So as you may have gathered from my other (sparse) entries this summer, I have been living with my parents since late June.

I am 26 years old. Apart from three summers - ages 18, 19 and 20 - I have not lived with my parents since I was 17. And really, I haven't been here full-time, even -- I've been out of town for more than four weeks put together.

I never would have done this if they hadn't recently moved to Victoria from Calgary. But I figured that I could probably handle living with my (much mellower) retired dad and my ever-sweet mum in their lovely new ocean-view home. Especially since it's free.

It hasn't been that bad, in a lot of ways. I've "grown" enough that I can pretty much keep my cool in the face of most things. I have access to a vehicle. The weather has been nice. The fridge is always full. It's been great hanging out with my little sister (who just left for the UK for 8 months this past Saturday).

But I'm about done, now. It took a while for it to become clear to me that some things DON'T change much, and that it's really hard to try and be your adult self around your parents, in their house, for more than a few days. Argh.

I'm also about done with having such a transient existence. Who the hell am I? Where is all my shit? Which box should I look in? What comes next? Should I just give away all the stuff that I haven't even seen in months, because if I have lived this long without it then obviously it wasn't that important?

It would be nice to live somewhere that felt like MY home again soon. But it's looking like that will have to wait until January...