My 30-year-old daughter insisted she wasn’t living at home by choice. She simply couldn’t find a job that paid enough to move out. I thought she was making excuses, so I made her a bet: give me two weeks, and I’d prove her wrong.
My daughter, Emily, turned 30 in May, and she still sleeps in the same bedroom she had in high school.
Except now there’s a laptop on the desk, two monitors, a printer beside the window, and a stack of unopened mail that seems to follow her everywhere.
She moved back in with my husband and me almost two years ago after the company she worked for eliminated her entire department.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
Emily had worked since she was 16.
She had a college degree, several years of office experience, good references, and no children or major responsibilities tying her down.
I figured she’d stay with us for three months.
Maybe six.
Then she’d find another job and get an apartment.
Twenty-two months later, she was still here.
And I’ll admit something that probably won’t make me look very good.
I was starting to get irritated.
Emily wasn’t sitting around doing nothing.
She had a part-time remote customer-service job.
She did occasional freelance work.
She bought most of her own groceries and helped around the house.
She paid for her phone and car insurance and contributed when something unexpected came up.
But every time I asked when she planned to move out, I got some version of the same answer.
“Mom, I’m trying.”
“Nobody is actually hiring.”
“I can’t afford an apartment on what these places are paying.”
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