I moved out when I was 18 and havent been back since. I come home sometimes for weekends to visit and when I finished college I went home for two months. But other than that I havent ever moved in to the rents house after leaving for college. My family and I are close. I talk to my dad everyday, mostly about business stuff, and my mother almost every other day. Usually I talk to my brother every couple of days but within the last month and a 1/2 I've been talking to him like every other day. He decided to follow my lead and went into the same field of business as I did. In doing so, he has a million questions to ask me and so we speak to each other all the time.
When I lived at home I was the bad child. I was the one who threw all the parties, always got busted. I'd have the entire cool population of my highschool at my parents house with an endless supply of beer and weed despite me not even drinking or smoking till my Senior year. I always got busted and got blamed for parties even if my brother had his friends there, too. Both of us had the police bring us home a couple of times, but my brother got arrested more. I had several girls try to say they were pregnant with my kid but DNA tests proved otherwise. If anything went wrong in our neighborhood all the neighbors blamed me or my brother. I always had the school calling my parents because of something I did that was fucked up. My friends and I got busted for writing our names on the football field's grass in diesel 3 days before graduation. We got busted for writing all of our initials all over the baseball dugouts. My crew and I got in trouble for coming to the class above our's graduation all fucked up on shroom tea and for having a 30 minute conversation with the school resource officer about how he didnt know shit.
I jumped off a bridge nakked in front of the whole school and was almost expelled. And I would have been expelled had I not gotten the principal his job in the first place due to me telling him some kid brought a gun to school when I was in 7th grade and he busted him and was made principal of the highschool cause he looked tough on bad behaivor.
All that aside, I was still a good kid until I got to college and my parents and I maintain a close relationship. However, the only way I'd move home would be if I was building a house and needed free rent for the time it was being built. Other than that, you couldn't pay me to live at home again. Sometimes I get the feeling like they're always going to look at me like I'm still their little boy. I guess you can count me lucky, they do give me all the space I need. If I don't answer my phone....they stop calling and let me call them back. My girlfrined, though, her mother will call 5,6,7 times in a night if she doesnt answer....fucking bitch.
