0-18: lived with the parents. Once the bros decided to arrive, graciously let them live with us.
18-20: lived with the grandparents for two years while in college.
20-24: moved out of the gramps’ and into a “Residence for Female College Students”. Yes, this kind of times are normal for college in Spain, specially for Superior Engineering (I was faster than average, promise)
24-25: one year back at the parentals, while I wrote the Thesis required for my degree.
Until now, and by Spanish standards, it counts as “living with my parents”, since they paid for my food and in a lot of things I had to abide by their rules. Yes, I know Americans think that you have “moved out” when you go to college; we don’t. We don’t think you’ve “moved out” if your Mom still does you laundry and/or your shopping, either :rolleyes:
25-28: went to Miami for Grad School. One year in several shared places; then I rented a room in the house of an old lady whose children had convinced her to rent the rooms out so if she needed an ambulance someone would be there to call it (which I actually did once, as well as go with her to the doctor on several occasions).
28-29: “dropped out” of Grad School with an MS, got job in Miami Beach, moved to an apartment in North Miami all by my lonesome. I loved it because, unlike every other house I saw in Miami, it had… tile floors! YES! SO much easier to clean. One year.
29-33: went back home to Spain, helped Mom care for Dad for 2.5 years (he died 2 weeks before my Bday), stayed with her for one more year.
34-37: moved out before Mom’s neediness got me choked to death. Phew. On my own again until last year, in different locations (job changes sent me to Philly for 2003, then back to Spain but 600km from “home”).
Since last September: on location in the Costa Rican boondocks; housing is provided by the client and the conditions in the contract say I’m not allowed to move the furniture (sigh) or put stuff on the walls (double sigh). I share the place, but my roomie spends a lot of time in San José.
Usually when I’ve had roomies we were pretty independent, we weren’t “friends”. Right now, my “best friend” among my coworkers is in another apartment - and if we made any mention of trading places there wouldn’t be enough rolleyes, since we happen to be different genders Plus, it’s nice to have the place to myself most of the time
I’m fine with living by myself. One of my “apartments” was too big, but it was in a place where the small ones are considered “vacation homes” and therefore they’re more expensive than a big but “permanent” home. One person sure doesn’t need 1500sqft.
The hardest part for me is cooking for one; if I’m living in my hometown I call Mom when I want to make certain dishes, let her know, and share. I’ve ended up having a list of things that you can easily make single-portion, or which you can freeze.