I was born in the late 1980’s which makes me part of the millennial generation. My generation is also known as “Generation me”. We are technologically advanced, we are narcissistic, we are expected to have 6-8 careers in our lifetime and we multi-task like nobody’s business. There is something else about my generation that makes us unique. We are “boomerang kids”.
Our poor parents work hard raising us, want us to go to college, want us to be successful; so we go to university, most of us have jobs during school, we somehow make our four year degree program last 5 or 6 or 7 years. Then we graduate and our parents are proud of us, then we boomerang right back to them. Parents are becoming empty nesters so much later in life compared to previous generations. We are allowed to live at home and look for a mediocre job, earning minimum wage, barely able to make our monthly student loan payments. We don’t pay rent, we don’t buy groceries and because we are so focused on ourselves we rarely thank our parents for all they are doing.
In 2006 my family moved abroad. It was my senior year of high school and the plan was for me to return to the states to finish high school with my friends and my boyfriend. I was supposed to live in my parents’ house with my older brothers, but when I got home I was spending every second at my boyfriend’s house. So I officially moved in with my boyfriend, his parents and his little sister. This was pretty unusual and a lot of my friends thought it was really weird.
In December of 2013 I will be graduating from college. I have spent a long time in school (let’s just call it four years + a little bit) and once I graduate my husband and I have to decide what kind of careers we want, will our careers dictate where we live, if we want to rent or buy, really we have no plans. We know both of us need to work, I am considering going to school for sign language interpreting or grad school. Things are so up in the air, what are we supposed to do in the mean time?
We boomerang. That’s what we do. I told a co-worker that I was moving in with my in-laws after college and they squished up their face and said “oh no!”. I guess a lot of people would feel like that if they had to move in with their in-laws, but not me!
I truly LOVE my in-laws and I do not take our relationship for granted. I know that I am very lucky to not only have awesome in-laws but to feel completely comfortable around them. My husband and I have been together since we were 16 years old; I lived with them for an entire year. I consider them my family and they definitely had a part in making me who I am today.
My husband and I will have a GREAT set up at my in-laws house. We will pretty much have the entire basement to ourselves, which means we have a living room, bathroom, huge bedroom and game room which includes a pool/ping pong table. We can set up the basement as our home with our things and arrange it however we want. I am not going to take this amazing gesture for granted. I want to show them how much I appreciate their kindness. I am so lucky to have such loving people in my life.
My mother in-law Judy and I at Enger Tower in Duluth.
My husband and I with his parents at our wedding.
Anyone have stories about how awesome their in-laws are? Please share!