Living at home doesn’t exactly scream sexy. It’s not like I moved into a basement apartment or my separate wing of the house, I’m in my old bedroom right down the hall from the parentals. This by itself would not be too tough of an adjustment if not for the fact that before this move I’d been living with my boyfriend. Yes, we both moved back to the same area (30 minute drive apart), but now both being in our parents homes, it’s harder to maintain our relationship normalcy. I got used to coming home from work and cooking dinner with him, talking about our days, bitching about the little annoyances, and settling down for something fun like watching good-bad TV or each playing our own video game but next to each other. I got used to always being one scoot away from a snuggle and having my bed heated from his insane body heat.
Now when we see each other it feels more like high school than two adults in their mid-20s – how do people date when they live at home? Literally we were on my doorstep saying goodnight this past weekend and my Dad opened the door like I was a 16-year old that shouldn’t even be interested in boys.
Sex has now become clandestine, which can be hot, but also means it’s rushed and not on a comfortable mattress. I don’t think it makes me a diva when I say I’ll take a bed over the floor any day. Remember car hookups in high school because you couldn’t go to either of your houses to be alone? Yeah, I don’t have to remember because that just became my life again.
I don’t want every time we’re together to be all about the physical, although that can be nice. It’s hard to squeeze what we’re used to doing with our time together into a few hours every few days.
How have you handled finding a good balance between hooking up and vegging out you other homebody twentysomethings?? Has anyone out there successfully navigated living with someone, taking a break from that and then moving back in together? I know it’s all going to go back to normal soon, but this in between part is turning out to be a bitch.