Are we there yet?
According to the Office for National Statistics around 1 in 4 young adults live with their parents. Although at 34 I am at the top end of this age band, I have now found myself temporarily in this situation. Now, I actually quite like my parents so this shouldn't be too testing. I am enjoying being generally looked after. Where else do you get smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on a Tuesday morning? What is mildly irksome though, is their constant need to know "what I'm doing" or "where I'm going"! As I type this I can hear my Dad downstairs quizzing my Mum on what I had for breakfast (a selection of fruits, greek yoghurt, and honey if you must know). After 16 years of being an independent adult, it is strange to need to provide a commentary on my every movement! How are all these young adults not going absolutely crazy?! A New Opportunity Anyway, I'll get back to the actual point of this post as it doesn't yet seem to have any relevance to B...