You can never go back

I don't know how many other people have had the "luck" or "pleasure" of movng back in with their parents when they were pretty sure they were out on their own for good. I do know that it has happened enough that there is the saying "you can never go back." For that reason, I've decided that there needs to be some kind of support group for people like myself, who find themselves cramped back into their childhood room as adults. Whether you've moved back home due to financial reasons, failed relationships, or just because you miss Mom's cooking, it's never a good as an idea as it might have seemed at first (that is if it ever seemed like a good idea).

This is the second time I've found myself moving back in wth my parents; my family has even started calling me "Boomerang" because I keep coming back. This time I'm also jobless so I'm pretty much hanging around my house every day bored out of my mind. Now I know that this whole experience is has hard on my family as it is on me, and I'm grateful to them for constantly putting up with my shit. Thank you Mom and Dad, I love you. But seriously, you are completely nuts and I have to document this for prosterity

So cheers and good luck to everyone else who's had to move home at 25 (or later, god forbid.)