Living with your folks when you're an adult.

Pighead

Back in the summer of 99, through no fault of his own, a 22 year old Pighead was forced to return to the family abode in a sleepy village in the heart of County Louth. The reason for the return to the homestead was a harsh and severe break up with a girl who had stole Pighead's heart about a year earlier.

Things had been going great. for about nine or ten months but then as is usually the case in relationships, we started to row about the state of Pighead's underpants. They were a pair of green and yellow boxer shorts with a picture of an elephant at the front with the words "Nice Trunk" neatly written underneath said elephant. They had been purchased six years earlier in a men's clothes shop in Galway.

They were perfect. Not too tight, not too loose and just the right weight. Previous to this Pighead had been a staunch underpants supporter and thought that boxers were for show offs and pansies. Mammy wasn't too sure about the new boxers "They're a bit gaudy Pighead" but Pighead didn't care. He was 16 now and it was time to show her he was his own man now.

Anyway, Pighead pretty much continually wore those wonderful boxers for the next five or so years and indeed he was wearing them the night he snared his ex girlfriend back in 1998. She loved them back then even though they were faded and even though the writing on the front which read "Nic unk" didn't make much sense.

Sadly, over the next year as the pants faded, so too did our relationship. "Buy some new pants Pighead. There's a massive hole in the crotch area and the elastic in them is about to snap" Pighead refused all requests to part with his pants and eventually she hit him with that age old ultimatum "It's me or the pants Pighead"

And that is how Pighead ended up living with his Mammy and Daddy again at the ripe old age of 22. He only stayed a short while, until his heart had mended but it was kind of embarrassing being back at home again so soon after heading out all alone into the big bad world.

So has/is anybody lived/living at home in their twenties? Do you feel ashamed or do you actually enjoy being surrounded by the old familiar surroundings with which you have grown up with?

brummytom

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

My cousin lives at home - she's never had a boyfriend and never left home for more than a week. She's Nearly 30.


It's pathetic

RoadKillTs

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

My cousin lives at home - she's never had a boyfriend and never left home for more than a week. She's Nearly 30.

:eek:

Thats prity bad allright.

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

brummytom wrote: »

My cousin lives at home - she's never had a boyfriend and never left home for more than a week. She's Nearly 30.


It's pathetic

Jeekers, that's definitely heading towards "outstaying your welcome" territory alright. Does she have a job?

Mr Benevolent

It's only a short term thing.

Not bad Pighead, but why were you first 22 and then 16? Some Pigheadian time machine?

Seriously though, your thread has stirred deep and profound thoughts. I need new boxers.

brummytom

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

Pighead wrote: »

Jeekers, that's definitely heading towards "outstaying your welcome" territory alright. Does she have a job?

Yep, she's got two.

She's in no hurry to leave home though

Super-Rush

I moved back in with my parents when i returned home(from Mayo) about 5 years ago. After being home a week they split up and moved out and i had the house to myself.

ScumLord

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

I had to move home for a while after my world travels, it was a disaster. I just couldn't live their anymore. Whenever I brought people back to the house she got all thick about it. It's only 20 or 30 people and it's nearly dawn now anyway, lay off mom.

pow wow

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Moved 'home' last Summer, moved out and rented a place down the road about 3 days later. :rolleyes:

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Confab wrote: »

but why were you first 22 and then 16? Some Pigheadian time machine?

Pighead wrote: »

Back in the summer of 99, through no fault of his own, a 22 year old Pighead was forced to return to the family abode in a sleepy village in the heart of County Louth.

They had been purchased six years earlier in a men's clothes shop in Galway.

He was 16 now

No time machines Confab. Pighead merely brought the story back 6 years to when the underpants were purchased.

And don't be so hasty in buying new boxers. A great pair of boxers is strangely enough extremely difficult to find. If you already own a great pair, stay loyal to them. Sometimes people don't know what they've got til it's gone.

Insect Overlord

Phase 1: find underpants
Phase 2: ? ? ?
Phase 3: move back in with your parents.

There's something wrong there...

pablomakaveli

An File wrote: »

Phase 1: find underpants
Phase 2: ? ? ?
Phase 3: move back in with your parents.

There's something wrong there...

Ya there is. You forgot PROFIT.

Lollipops23

It's only a short term thing.

I'm still at home. It's mainly down to my lack of job-myself and the OH are dying to move in together but I just can't afford it right now:(


Havn't got the worst situation in the world though, the rents are easy going enough!

m5ex9oqjawdg2i

If I was at home, I would be fatherless and probably be on my way to jail for a long time. If I had to live at home, I would probably kill him

nameproblem

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

Moved home for the summer this yr, had a job and was saving for last yr of the MA but nearly cracked, couldn't wait to get back away. Thankfully out now, and don't intend to move home again if possible... will be careful to replace my boxers regularly though...

Krieg

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

23 and currently at home. I did move out for 9 months when I finished school and I took a year out before college. I finished college last may and got a job 2 months ago and I have been on daft everyday looking for a place.

Most of my friends are still living with parents or have moved back in due to lack of jobs/money. So its not really and embarrassing situation for them.

My brother is pathetic, nearly 40 and living at home. My father encouraged him to buy a place and he did using the home house as collateral, that was 2 years ago and he still lives at home, his new house sits empty, his excuse? he cant afford to move in because he only makes 550pw....... :mad:

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

ScumLord wrote: »

I had to move home for a while after my world travels, it was a disaster. I just couldn't live their anymore. Whenever I brought people back to the house she got all thick about it. It's only 20 or 30 people and it's nearly dawn now anyway, lay off mom.

Pighead hears you ScumLord. He hears you loud and bucking clear.

Like Beyonce, Pighead is a fiercely independant kind of person so when moving back into the family home Pighead made absolutely sure that he take care of his own washing and bathing.

At this stage the trusty old boxers had finally given up the ghost. The hole in the crotch area meant that Pighead's lad's were no longer supported and the broken elastic meant they no longer fitted perfectly around his toned yet masculine hips. It was a sad day but Pighead realised he had to say goodbye to his trusty boxers and thus retired them to the back of the underwear drawer.

About a month later, Pighead returned from town to find his old trusty boxers laid out on the bed with the rest of his freshly washed and ironed clothes. Pighead was raging. It made him feel uncomfortable to think that she had been in his room and handled all his sticky stinky undergarments. But the anger sooned turned to amazement. Mammy had mended the boxers. The crotch area had been filled with some satiny white material and a brand new elastic fitted. The underpants had come back from the dead! Hallelujah!

A couple of months later Pighead again returned home to find Mammy tending to a pair of damaged underpants. This time they belonged to Daddy. What Pighead saw next made him reel and gag a little. She was covering the whole area with a piece material from an old pair of her WHITE SATIN KNICKERS.:eek:.

It was a horrible horrible moment of realisation. Pighead was standing in a room with his parents wearing a pair of six year old underpants which had been repaired with a piece of material from his mothers knickers. Freud would have had a fieldday had he witnessed the scene. It was at that precise moment that Pighead decided to get the hell out of dodge.

GavRedKing

It's only a short term thing.

Just turned 24 still living at home, have only been away from home on holidays and summers spent away with family and the like, so i dont have the feeling of freedom really and maybe thats why I have no desire at the moment to move on.

That and im always broke

NothingMan

It's only a short term thing.

I'm 24 and just about to move out now. Been good though, since I was 18 i've been living in a granny flat out the back. Private entrance, big HDTV, XBox and an alco neighbour meant lots of big sessions and parties over the years.

Now about to move in with the OH and my days of impromptu sessions will be at an end .

Why do we have to grow up? WHY OH WHY??????????

Blazer

It's only a short term thing.

So pighead..are you still wearing mama's knickers..sry ur boxers?

magotch07

Not at all. My Mammy makes a lovely dinner.

brummytom wrote: »

Yep, she's got two.

She's in no hurry to leave home though

jesus thats bad i thought I was bad i moved out last year at 23 bought my own house have to say its so relaxing living on ur own

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Berkut wrote: »

So pighead..are you still wearing mama's knickers..sry ur boxers?

Unfortunately Pighead's a sentimental old fool and he has kept those pants in his undergarment collection throughout all these years. Although if truth be told there is no longer much of the original material left. It's basically just a white satin thong at this stage. But the waistband material is still the original so Pighead will continue to wear them until they finally call it a day.

Shryke

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

I recently moved back due to the last place I was living in falling through.. I've been looking at places every week for a month and I think I'm about to take one of them today or tomorrow. I can't stand these ****ing people I'm living with.
It's not cool to be living with the parents but it's all about circumstance. I'm in my early twenties and I really dislike the fact that I'm stuck back here. And the commute to work is taking a two hour+ chunk out of my day.

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

magotch07 wrote: »

jesus thats bad i thought I was bad i moved out last year at 23 bought my own house have to say its so relaxing living on ur own

It would be even more relaxing if you used fullstops in your sentences.

Only messing magotch, if you don't want to use full stops that's entirely your business and no amount of snide comments from Pighead or his like should change you. Actually in Thailand they don't use full stops either and they're a lovely bunch of lads. Carry on magotch07. As you were.

Vegeta

It's only a short term thing.

I'd happily live at home til my dying days

Myself and my girlfriend live together in our own house (well the banks owns most of it) but if things went tits up I'd move back in no bother if they'd take me

Get on great with my mam, dad (who are pretty liberal) and three brothers (although only 2 still live at home now)

Whiskey Devil

brummytom wrote: »

My cousin lives at home - she's never had a boyfriend and never left home for more than a week. She's Nearly 30.


It's pathetic

Pics or GTFO.




PM her number.

SLUSK

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Im 28 and I moved home, my parents live in the summer house. I stay here for free until I get a job. Living at home is great!

I wear a tracksuit every day now.

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

SLUSK wrote: »

I wear a tracksuit every day now.

Living the dream SLUSK.

drdeadlift

brummytom wrote: »

Yep, she's got two.

She's in no hurry to leave home though

I bet you she has a fair few bob saved up in the bank!

Whiskey Devil

I left Galway when I was 18 and haven't lived at home since. I miss it a lot really, but I enjoy moving around the place like a traveller.


I'm 24 now.

SLUSK

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Pighead wrote: »

Living the dream SLUSK.

Nothin wrong with living at home and wearing a tracksuit.

AckwelFoley

i think at 22 pighead was being a tad harsh on his young mind, and in my eyes just a mere piglet at that age.

I myself was 28 when i finally left the home. My reasons for being with the parents up to that age were financial. I was building a home for my self. I came across a few snags in the early stages of building, particularly with the soundproofing of the basement.

However, i finally moved out. I have a small mortgage, and the parents are free to roam the house in the nip if the so desire

Saint_Mel

Moved back home in between returning from my world tour and getting a job. Was there for a few months and although the cooked brekkie in the morning was top notch, it was still not an ideal situation. Started work and then rented a place with some work mates.

Then after a couple of years I bought a place and moved back home for a bit to save money while the building was being finished. Worst couple of months ever ... with the exception of the 3 decent meals a day of course.

Have to agree about the boxers. A good pair are sure hard to find. Bought some recently and they were just brutal and as my previous batch had been sent on a burning boat to Valhalla I'd an uncomfortable couple of days before I could start the quest for a new collection.

KTRIC

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

snyper wrote: »

I came across a few snags in the early stages of building, particularly with the soundproofing of the basement.

Seems to be a problem with new builds down this neck of the woods as well. German and Austrian houses have notoriously bad insulation in the basements calling for extensive remodelling, adding of firewalls and hidden passages.

AckwelFoley

KTRIC wrote: »

Seems to be a problem with new builds down this neck of the woods as well. German and Austrian houses have notoriously bad insulation in the basements calling for extensive remodelling, adding of firewalls and hidden passages.

yes. My plans were drawen up by a Belgian architect first. Then i decided not to go with it, so i went with an Austrian chap.

KTRIC

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

snyper wrote: »

Then i decided not to go with it, so i went with an Austrian chap.

Good idea, not like there would be a reason not to trust an Austrian.

Run_to_da_hills

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

I left home late 20ies but moved back recently mainly to look after the old bo*lix.

IvyTheTerrible

I haven't lived at home full time since I was 18. I used to just stay there for the summer holidays when I was in college but otherwise I was always living somewhere else.

I love my folks, and maybe mostly because i love them I couldn't live with them.

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

Run_to_da_hills wrote: »

I left home late 20ies but moved back recently mainly to look after the old bo*lix.

Pighead hears ya Run_to_da_hills. Too much lovemaking can leave the old testicles tender and raw. A bit of time out at home to recharge the boys is never a bad idea.

Kipperhell

It's only a short term thing.

There are a lot of people still living at home in their 30s and 40s having never moved out.

I know a few and I think it is pathetic and they show no signs of moving out. When there is more than one over 30 still at home with their parents it is really quite sad.

One guy I knew was still at home in a small corpo house but was earning well over 100k a year. Never could figure out what he did with his money because if you saw him he looked like a manual labourer.

The worst was my grandmother took in a distant cousin for a week but he stayed 45 years before getting a corpo old folks flat. It might not have been his child hood home but it was like my gran was his mother he even called her that.

Fighting Irish

It's only a short term thing.

brummytom wrote: »

My cousin lives at home - she's never had a boyfriend and never left home for more than a week. She's Nearly 30.


It's pathetic

My cousin doesn't live at home, she and her husband bought their own home - She's Nearly 30, married with 2 kids and a €400,000 mortgage


It sounds great

seamus

I moved out when I was 19 and the longest I've spent at home since was 3 days over Christmas. Everyone should move out as soon as they can, especially if they're students. Nothing like being able to come at 5am, get up at 5pm and sit around for 3 or 4 hours watching TV without anyone else even blinking at you.

Ansty

hmmm.... i don't think i really started living my life until I left home. In so many ways i think that (depending on the household now) living at home can hold you back and prevent you from moving forward. By living with your parents, in some ways your always going to be 'the child'!Can't stay in that comfort zone forever. I wonder does your cousin feel like she's missing out at all?!

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

seamus wrote: »

I moved out when I was 19 and the longest I've spent at home since was 3 days over Christmas. Everyone should move out as soon as they can, especially if they're students. Nothing like being able to come at 5am, get up at 5pm and sit around for 3 or 4 hours watching TV without anyone else even blinking at you.

Ok seamus, fair enough they are all positive aspects of living away from home but what about the other side of the coin?

You're sitting on the sofa shaking like an epileptic chicken after a massive drinking binge the previous night. Who's going to wrap you in a blanket and refuel you with hot Lemsip? Who's going to rub the back of your neck and say something soothing like "Awwww my poor little Piggy, did the big bad beer monster give him the achy wakeys?" Pighead will tell you who. Your mother that's who. If you were living at home she'd have you fixed before you could say "Let's do it all again" Instead you're sitting on the sofa trying not to vomit while your flatmate Mental Mickey is pointing and laughing at you and calling you a big smelly nancy girl.

Captain Havoc

It's only a short term thing.

28 back living with parents after eight years living in various European countries. My parents see me as a live in security guard and any time I mention moving out me da either explains the financial implicatons of moving out or that it wouldn't be good for me ma.

Handsome Bob

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

brummytom wrote: »

Yep, she's got two.

She's in no hurry to leave home though

This is it really. I'm still living at home at 22, but I'm a student so it doesn't bother me. However, when the time comes where I have hopefully nailed down a reliable job I will definitely begin saving from the get go with the plan in being getting my own place. My brother is hitting 40 and has gotten way too comfortable living at home, there's no chance I'm going to end up like that if I can help it!

seamus

Pighead wrote: »

Ok seamus, fair enough they are all positive aspects of living away from home but what about the other side of the coin?

You're sitting on the sofa shaking like an epileptic chicken after a massive drinking binge the previous night. Who's going to wrap you in a blanket and refuel you with hot Lemsip? Who's going to rub the back of your neck and say something soothing like "Awwww my poor little Piggy, did the big bad beer monster give him the achy wakeys?" Pighead will tell you who. Your mother that's who. If you were living at home she'd have you fixed before you could say "Let's do it all again" Instead you're sitting on the sofa trying not to vomit while your flatmate Mental Mickey is pointing and laughing at you and calling you a big smelly nancy girl.

Lemsip? After a drinking binge? You big nancy.

You're never too hungover to pick up the phone, ring the local chinese and ask them to bring you a mountain of curry, fried rice, chips and drop into the local spar and pick you up a bottle of lucozade on their way.

The key to not looking like a wimp in front of housemates is to arrive into the sitting room, t-shirt on backwards, pants barely pulled up over your arse, pumping sweat and green faced, then pick up the bottle of jack and neck two slugs of it before going and getting your phone.

Lux23

I moved out when I was 23 for the first time and moved back in for a couple of times due to problems with landlords etc. I am sharing with just one person at the moment but desperately want to rent a place of my own which I think I may be able to manage in a couple of months. My flatmate is nice but he wouldn't be the most social of people so he is home alot so i rarely got the place to myself.

Pighead

I live on the streets with a hobo called Harry.

seamus wrote: »

Lemsip? After a drinking binge? You big nancy.

You're never too hungover to pick up the phone, ring the local chinese and ask them to bring you a mountain of curry, fried rice, chips and drop into the local spar and pick you up a bottle of lucozade on their way.

The key to not looking like a wimp in front of housemates is to arrive into the sitting room, t-shirt on backwards, pants barely pulled up over your arse, pumping sweat and green faced, then pick up the bottle of jack and neck two slugs of it before going and getting your phone.

As usual you're right seamus. Pighead was just trying to make all the home dwellers feel a bit better about their miserable existences but you're tough love method although immediately painful for them will probably be better in the long run.

By the way seamus, how come you use a small s in your name? Is it because you hate capitalism?

Fago!

My uncle lives with my Nanny and Grandad. (Now only Grandad)

He's 51.

That's the honest truth.

Whaddda Loooooooser!!!!!

krudler

My parents retired in Spain, I'm praying they ask me to move in with them:D