A few months after we were ordered into lock-down in March, I left my apartment rental in L. Kabete and moved home again, aged 29. It wasn’t easy deciding to isolate w/my parents, but with a serious drop in income , I could no longer part w/the rent expected per month and preferred to save instead. Still, I wasn’t alone, a lot of my friends left their apartments to seek refuge with their parents.
Luckily my parents were willing to house me until I got back on my feet. My old bedroom was still intact, and so I packed my stuff in storage boxes and put them all in an empty room. After not living with my parents for a year, it was an adjustment for all of us. I had to get over the shame of living with my parents at my age, and I had to get used to decrease in privacy and helping out around the house. I took on a specific chore for each day, doing dishes and cooking a meal/two a day.
There were trying moments like figuring out each other’s moods, schedules, meal preferences, but we got through them. The good moments were spent catching up over breakfast in the morning. Spending these few months with my parents taught me a lot about them, made me understand them a lot better, and despite the difficult moments , I’m glad I got a glimpse into their personalities, after spending all day indoors w/them.
I was embarrassed, at the thought of moving back in with my parents as an adult, but it taught me more than anything that life is always going to bring transitions, and its easy to view certain times as embarrassing or uncomfortable. But if you look past all that, you can always find a lesson there.
...THROUGH MY EYES ✨ 