It was perhaps when my parents – who also happen to be my housemates – left to go travelling for a couple months recently that it dawned on me why I had not yet left the family home.
It wasn’t that I relied on them for logistical reasons, or to keep my life in order, or to ease the chaos of the home. These days, I rely on them for their company.
I missed coming home and talking about my day at work, I missed being able to read their faces and sense how their day was. I missed having unique insight into the minutiae of their days, or being privy to the mundane, tiny details that make a life.