Confessions of Moving Back Home at 27

On the list of things that I never thought I would ever do, moving back home with my parents was close to the top.

I successfully graduated from Clemson with a job offer in hand and immediately set off for my first job in Charlotte, NC almost six years ago. That should have been that, right? Graduate college, get job, move to your own apartment in a new city, never worry about living at home with your parents again.

Wrong.

When you move back to your hometown and you & your fiancé are completely old fashioned, out-of-date, and untrendy... you might end up back at home with your parents all because you and your fiancé aren't planning to live together before getting hitched.

That was 8.5 months ago. And since then, I've collected quite a few confessions of moving back home with your parents when you're 27...

Confession: my parents do my laundry.
Not even a little bit of shame in this one because I tried to do my laundry. But most of the time, they grab it when I'm at work because they need a little extra to make a full load. How am I supposed to do laundry when I get home if it's already done?

Confession: my parents now use phrases like "Bye Felicia!" & they like to throw their hand on their hip in pictures.
... whoops.



Confession: I've brought out my parents' passive aggressive style.
If you follow me on Snapchat {@chessop}, you know that there was a certain little Christmas tree {mine} in the our kitchen that stayed up until January 27th. It only came down because I walked into this when I got home that day:



Confession: receiving a text like this from my dad completely makes my day.
It's the little things, y'all, and being able to park in the garage is the best thing ever.



Confession: online shopping happens. Frequently.
There was one week where all of the following shipped to the house: Save the Dates, a return address stamp, 140 stamps from the post office, invitations for a party my parents are co-hosting, a Carolina Panthers jersey {Luuuuuuuuuke!}, a new Rocksbox set, & two monogrammed hats from Marley Lilly. I blame this 100% on close proximity to my mom at night where it's easy to get her opinion on things/talked into buying things {& vice versa}

Confession: they've both becoming expert blogging assistants.
They're almost always the ones behind the camera taking pictures as needed... or popping into the background of pictures when bored &/or hungry.



Confession: my fiancé is a little worried about what happens when I have to move back out of my parents house because we're having entirely too much fun being roomies again.
True story. He's genuinely concerned.
I'm just glad that I have two parents that are mildly entertaining to live with :)