After I decided San Francisco was not the city for me, I moved home after my first year of college there at San Francisco State University. At first I was terrified to move back in with my parents, for fear of rules and of course the reputation of being the girl that moved back with her parents after only a year of moving out. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find out how relaxed and actually awesome living with my parents again was.
My parents surprisingly did not give me any rules, probably because they knew me being 19 I would not listen to them anyways. My mom cooked me dinner a lot and I actually got a long with my parents very well and built a whole new relationship with them. With my brother moved out I had the whole front half of the house to myself and it almost felt like I was just living in an awesome house with awesome roommates. I didn't have to buy groceries or pay for utilities and I had a jacuzzi in my backyard.
But of course came the time where I wanted to feel that independence again of living on my own. Even though my living situation was perfect and my parents were super cool, I wanted to live on my own and feel like a grown up again. I wanted to make my own coffee in the morning and be responsible to clean up my messes and so on. So after another year I moved out.
It's nice to be out in my own apartment again, but I still go home every Sunday for family dinners. I will never regret moving home and back with my parents for a year because it was in no way a disaster or horrible situation. I think I might have moved out too fast and going to a community college for my first two years might have been a better decision. But now that I have it all figured out I look back and am happy for having the ability to move back home and be with people that are nice to live with if anything ever goes wrong.