Moving Home #1
Now that it has officially passed the one mark month of living at home with my family while saving money. I thought it would be fun and helpful to document this journey. I will be starting (well trying to start, let's be honest) weekly posts about my journey of moving home and figuring out finances slowly.
I noticed that there were some major themes over the past month.
I went nuts shopping for things that I used to limit.
When I lived in Boston, I tried to save as much money as I possibly could. Granted, I was paying $845 in rent, $100 or so in utilities, an equal amount in food to rent (yikes), and other miscellaneous expenses which did indeed add up. Clothes was one thing I limited along with transportation (besides public transportation which was a necessity).
I bought my first, brand new car (which granted after reading about how cars are terrible investments, I am a little sick to my stomach) and I bought all the clothes that I could possibly want. My spending on frivolous things was a little much and I'm learning to slow it down.
Making home cooked meals is appreciated.
When I first started to talk to my mom about moving home, I brought up wanting to contribute to the utilities. My mom instantly shot it down and said just save my money. I wanted to contribute in some kind of meaningful way still so I had to get out my thinking cap.
Over the years I remember how my mom would complain about cooking. The complaints varied from "I'm sick of leftovers." to "I don't know what to cook." to "I just don't want to cook.". My stepfather straight up gets sick of the routine pasta and sauce my mom would defrost from the back of the freezer.
My first week home, I went to the grocery store and bought enough food for me to meal prep with as well as enough to cook a few dinners for 4 people (enough for my mom, stepdad, younger sister and myself). One of the few things that really meant that it was appreciated was my mom asking for the recipes I was trying out so when I wasn't home, she could make them. Another moment of appreciation was when I bought a jumbo pack of string cheese, my stepdad said, "I love these, your mom never buys them".
Score - found the ultimate way to show my family how much I appreciate them letting me move back.
Unpacking takes more than a month, even if you moved out of a bedroom.
I am still packed up. I still have boxes in the garage waiting to be moved into storage and sorted through.
Packing up my apartment felt like the easy part. I was so ready to move out, never have bizarre and downright frightening roommates again that I was packed up a week early! I even ate takeout for entire week because I was so sick of hearing my roommate and her drug dealer boyfriend up at 4 AM eating off my cheap china. The roommate situation is a blog post waiting to happen. When I moved back, I started my new job almost immediately, leaving no time for organizing and getting settled. It's now a month in and I still have about a dozen boxes to sort through.
Your normal is dictated by what your family considers normal.
As much as my mom says, "I'm an adult, I can do as I please.", I am still living under their roof, their rules and eyes. Of course I never have been a person to cause trouble or to live a dramatically different lifestyle are some things I am getting used to. When I moved out, my mom didn't ask me what time I would be home or what my plans were for the week. There are now questions of who I am with, where I am going, what is my schedule and what are my plans.
I am a very private person, even with my family so I tend to have open ended answers to protect my sanity and leave some mystery lingering in the air.
Overall, my first month of leaving the city and moving back home was gone better than I could of expected. I am grateful to have such a supportive family and the opportunity to save money.