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Living With My Parents At 28 Teaches Me Important Lessons
I have no other choice but to grow up.
Among many pains that stem from millennial privileges, the one that has been bugging me the most recently is facing the contradicting values I have absorbed throughout my life.
I have an impression that the family ethos I was raised in doesn’t go very well with what I encountered at later stages of my life. That is not to say that any of these values are “better” than others. It’s just that, as I kept bouncing between my family home, groups of friends and working environments in different countries, I experienced notorious cognitive dissonance and internal conflict.
There is clearly no one “right” way to live my life.
Six months ago, I took a decision that many consider radical. After exhausting myself physically, working in a hotel, and emotionally, going on a solo trip to India and Nepal, I felt weak and in need of support. Not support in the sense of somebody holding my hand and saying that everything’s going to be fine. Support, as in, being in an environment where I’d feel emotionally secure and comfortable being me. A place where I don’t need to wear much of a mask.
