For several years now, I’ve been reading about millennial offspring moving back in with their parents. Not to worry, won’t be us.
Ah, but the chickens have come home to roost…
My daughter and son-in-law are now living with us. They had resided in Los Angeles for five years, but it became clear (as it had for us when we lived there), that they couldn’t afford a house and they grew tired of their 900 square feet. Plus many of their closest friends are here in North Carolina. So they made the big trek back across the country- in one week – bringing their jobs with them since they can work from here.
They had a lot of fun in LA – the weather, the endless sources of activities, things to see, and good restaurants more than make up for the cost of living. It did for us, too. But there came a time when roots needed to grow and a family started. And North Carolina isn’t exactly chopped liver.
I’m still having a good time looking at houses for them, since they have a mortgage set up and don’t plan to live with us forever. What I’ve learned is that a lot of houses are dogs, as I mentioned in a previous post. Truth in advertising is not necessarily part of selling real estate.
This past weekend, Cameron went to the beach with her three closest friends since high school. They named themselves the Red Hot Mamacitas beach back then; now they’re just the Citas.The last of them married a month ago, they are all now living in Chapel Hill, and they had their photos taken together in their wedding gowns on the beach. This is a special group of young women.
So wSo far, we’re doing just fine with the new arrangement – my daughter and I have a strong bond and her husband is an easy-going bloke.
Would love comments from folks with their grown children living with them. How’s it going?