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Mid-Twenites and Living at Home - The Consequences

I wasn't supposed to be like this. I was meant to move to London as soon as I finished university. I was going to be sharing a house with an amazing and eclectic mix of people in a spacious, beautifully decorated terraced house. I'd host dinner parties, go out to fabulous bars and - there was a worrying strong focus on this - I'd have amazing dates with scintillating bearded men.

In reality I share a semi-detached house in the suburbs with my mother. I did pick up a bearded boyfriend on the way, so that's at least one of my goals ticked off. But really, my twenties have been quite different to how I expected them to be. I know I'm not the only one in this situation, the media tells me that this is now quite normal and I can expect to live at home until my thirties (my mum is going to be thrilled), so I thought I'd write a post about the consequences of this new found norm.

You'll collect things for your (imaginary) future home // From my own doing, my average size bedroom is currently completely snowed under by random things I've bought for my future home - that doesn't actually exist yet. A great deal on towels? The perfect set of bakeware? Yup, I'll buy it all. I basically have create a fort around my bed of 'homeware essentials' (still boxed).

More money, more problems // Ok, having more money isn't really a problem and the huge benefit of being at home is being able to save. However, having that extra cash in your bank account is hard to hold on to - it gives you an eternal sense of 'treat yo self'. Trying to keep up a social life and not become a hermit costs cash - £10 central London cocktails anyone?

You'll turn into a commuting Cinderella // Maintaining a social life with all your friends who have flown the nest means knowing your late night train timetable inside out. Otherwise you'll be left, fairytale-like, running after your pumpkin last train in a, less than fairytale-like, sweaty state.

Commuter fatigue // That commute, that you pay a large portion of your wage packet for, will exhaust you. A 6am alarm becomes the norm and forget about being able to catch the 6pm Simpsons - you'll be lucky to catch the last of the Channel 4 News. But enough of me lamenting the loss of my TV schedule - seriously, you'll get super tired. There is a woman on my train who brings a pillow and eye-mask with her in the morning - she's what I'd like to call 'a pro'. Personally, I've mastered the art of falling asleep sitting up - surprisingly effective.

You'll never go hungry // Remember at uni when money was low and you had to concoct bizarre meals out of whatever was left in the cupboards and freezer (usually some kind of frozen veg, sweet chilli sauce and rice affair)? Yer at home that will never happen. The cupboards are never bare! There is an endless supply of herbs and spices and in-date milk! Not only am I not going hungry, but I'm actually becoming quite the culinary super star (thanks to Jamie Oliver).

Meeting the parents comes far too quickly // So dating whilst living at home does bring up its own particular set of issues - it basically makes you feel like an awkward 13-year-old again. The whole 'meet the parents' thing that films make into such a huge, mega milestone is most likely to happen on the 3rd or 4th date. Dependent on your house rules, it's also hard to generally look cool. Being asked to keep your bedroom door ajar at 25 is hard to style out.

Your parents might actually become your friends // This is something that took me quite by surprise - I never thought I'd be one of those, 'my mum is my best friend' kind of people. And I'm not sure I fully am, but certainly my mum and mine's relationship has really matured and improved through living together in my 20s. Rather than having roommates to discuss bad dates and general life dramas with, I now have my mum. We've become so much more open about each of our life experiences, so many interesting and funny stories have come out of the woodwork - a great example was that my mum was once in a hot tub with the Rolling Stones (yer....I didn't ask for too many details).

I actually had to rush this post out because in a few weeks I won't actually be living at home anymore (more on that later). Leaving home is actually going to be quite hard for me, I've got into such a comfortable routine and going back to organising my own home is going to be quite a shock. But to anyone that is looking at moving home and feeling a little bit shitty about it - it really is ok, you might actually like it.

LV x
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