#softdisappointment

[margins-of-me]

What I Wish People Knew About Living at Home in My 20s

I did have a plan for what I wanted my 20s to look like. In hindsight, it was so naive. Not in a cringe way—just in that soft, hopeful way you only get to be once.

I thought I’d be married by now. I thought I’d be talking about having kids. Now, I’m not even sure I want them.

And instead of nesting into some adult life I thought would appear like magic, I’m here—living in a house that was never really mine. Because we moved around so much growing up, I never had one home that felt like “mine” in the first place. This house wasn’t part of my childhood. It’s just where I ended up. And most days, it still feels like I’m visiting someone else’s life.