Mother As A Roommate

I moved back in at the age of 27. It’s easy to compare my stage of life with all my peers. Some married and on their second child. Others living alone across the world. And then me. Back home and my roommate is my mother. Roommate is misleading because we are within earshot at any given moment. This may be someones worst nightmare. And some days it is mine. But that doesn’t take away the fact my mom found my Aritzia long-sleeve turtleneck after I rummaged my entire dresser. It was hung in the closet.

Yes, this is sometimes my worst nightmare, but I’m also the luckiest girl in the world. This phase of life is exactly where I’m supposed to be and it breaks my heart knowing it can’t last forever.