Moving. So this weekend, my family and I moved into a new apartment across town (from the Southwest corner of town to the Northwest). Since my lease ends at the end of January, we decided to move into a bigger place together, a 3/2. (For those of you who I didn't tell, my parents sold our house back in Texas and have been crashing in the living room of my 1/1 apartment for the past several months.) They said that they'd foot the bills if I lived with them after the lease ended. And as much as I like my freedom and privacy, it's hard to turn down the opportunity to save $1000+ a month. =/ So I'll suck it up and move back in with my parents for awhile.
But whereas up until now, it'd been "them living with me," now it'll be "me living with them," just like a kid again. I dunno, there's just such a social stigma against the typical American 20-something (who's already in the workforce) going back to live with their parents. And I'm not sure what exactly it is in the American ethos that makes us wanna strike out on our own and be independent, but it's definitely the social expectation that we working-types NOT still live with our parents, right?
I dunno, I just don't wanna get in this rut where I'll always be living with my parents until either I get married or I die. =/ And yea, maybe it's pretty un-Asian of me to say such things, but at some point, I really just wanna be my own person, ya know? Not trapped behind these invisible walls. I just can't let them settle to the conclusion that this is an acceptable long-term status quo. I mean, I have co-workers in their late 20's that still live with their parents, and to put this as nicely as I can: I DON'T want my life to turn out like theirs! 'Nuff said. But for now, I guess I suck it up, and think of the $1K I save every month as a future downpayment on a house. That's some small consolation, I suppose.
At any rate, for now, I guess my situation HAS improved a bit from the 1/1, which was admittedly a bit 3rd worldly. Hopefully things'll be a bit less tense now that we all have our own rooms and more space. And this new place is really close to my office (~half a mile); it'd probably be like a 5 or 10 minute walk (which would totally be walkable if I were back in Taiwan, but is totally unacceptable now that I'm back in America, HAH!). I've got a view of the northernmost stretch of the Strip from my bedroom, but the drive to the Strip is actually about 5 or 10 minutes longer now. And I'm now only like a 2 minute drive to the gym (so hopefully I'll go work out more), but am now about twice as far from my muay thai school. Anyways, we'll see how things go I guess.
But whereas up until now, it'd been "them living with me," now it'll be "me living with them," just like a kid again. I dunno, there's just such a social stigma against the typical American 20-something (who's already in the workforce) going back to live with their parents. And I'm not sure what exactly it is in the American ethos that makes us wanna strike out on our own and be independent, but it's definitely the social expectation that we working-types NOT still live with our parents, right?
I dunno, I just don't wanna get in this rut where I'll always be living with my parents until either I get married or I die. =/ And yea, maybe it's pretty un-Asian of me to say such things, but at some point, I really just wanna be my own person, ya know? Not trapped behind these invisible walls. I just can't let them settle to the conclusion that this is an acceptable long-term status quo. I mean, I have co-workers in their late 20's that still live with their parents, and to put this as nicely as I can: I DON'T want my life to turn out like theirs! 'Nuff said. But for now, I guess I suck it up, and think of the $1K I save every month as a future downpayment on a house. That's some small consolation, I suppose.
At any rate, for now, I guess my situation HAS improved a bit from the 1/1, which was admittedly a bit 3rd worldly. Hopefully things'll be a bit less tense now that we all have our own rooms and more space. And this new place is really close to my office (~half a mile); it'd probably be like a 5 or 10 minute walk (which would totally be walkable if I were back in Taiwan, but is totally unacceptable now that I'm back in America, HAH!). I've got a view of the northernmost stretch of the Strip from my bedroom, but the drive to the Strip is actually about 5 or 10 minutes longer now. And I'm now only like a 2 minute drive to the gym (so hopefully I'll go work out more), but am now about twice as far from my muay thai school. Anyways, we'll see how things go I guess.
posted by Dear Daniel at 10:00 PM
2 Comments:
Good lord, man, did you really post five times in the span of two hours?
Congrats(ish) on the new digs. Hope the situation improves and you can go buy a house soon.
Incidentally, is it at all possible to bike to work/gym/etc. in Vegas? I noticed that my inner Southern Californian dislikes the concept of walking more than a couple miles to go places, particularly when there is the lugging of stuff involved.
I'm coming close to being in the same situation, but I think I may have to bail on them. My reason is: I may end up saving money, but I'm going to have to turn that right back around and spend that savings on therapy. My parents drive me crazy....
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