Yes, our next stop is my parents’ house in New Jersey. They have graciously offered to host us while JB looks for a job. He and I will be staying in my childhood bedroom, Levi will be camping out in the guest room, and Asa will be sleeping in the office.
I have such mixed feeling about going home.
When I was in my mid-twenties, I retreated to my parents’ house after a brief but disastrous experience living in a closet-sized bedroom in Chelsea. Because I had already been living on my own (well, with roommates) for five years, moving back home and commuting into the city every day for work made me feel like I had failed at being a grown-up.
Hello, quarter-life crisis.
A couple months later, I found an awesome roommate and a lovely two-bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side, and I moved out of my parents’ house for what I assumed was the last time. Returning home as a 34-year-old mother of two was, surprisingly, never my plan.
Also, I like my parents. They’re fun to be around, and we have a great relationship. Levi is obsessed with them, especially my mom, and with two extra sets of hands helping with the boys, I may actually be able to be more productive than I’ve been here. And then, maybe, blogging can pay the bills.
Other pros about moving back home:
My family. My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew live in Manhattan, so we’ll be able to see them more frequently. We’ll also be able to regularly visit my two grandmothers, who are both in New Jersey.
My friends. I haven’t done such a great job of keeping in touch with my long-distance friends in recent months. Many of them live in the tri-state area, so I hope to see them as much as possible.
Free babysitting. JB and I would love to start going on dates again if my parents are willing to babysit. Not every weekend, of course, but perhaps semi-regularly.
Shopping. No sales tax on clothing and a Nordstrom nearby. Enough said.
New York City. Just a train ride away.
I just need to continue reminding myself that going home this time is not a sign of my failure as a grown-up. It’s simply a pit stop on my family’s journey. We don’t have any ambitions of living in the town where I grew up. We don’t even want to live in New Jersey! Our goal is still to put down roots in the DC area — or wherever JB* finds a kick-ass job, I suppose.
See you soon, Garden State.
(images from one of my favorite Domino house tours)
*Unless I find a job first. I’d be willing to not be a SAHM anymore for the right position. Anybody want to hire me?