I finally found a job so I am going to move out of my parents' house soon, in order to live in the large city where the job is located with my gf. I should be happy about finally becoming independent and being able to see her every day, however I only feel dread about the transition, the lack of free time for my interests (probably intensified due to my shit executive functioning) and the fact that I will miss my family. How did you handle such a transition?
I relished the opportunity to live in my own space.
My dad is halfway deaf and always has the TV on INCREDIBLY LOUD, he has a cat and a dog who get hair absolutely everywhere, he's a decent cook but will let 500 dishes pile up and then rage at me for not doing them, he doesn't seem to stock hand soap, the list goes on.
I live in a shoebox sure but my wife and I can both control sensory and scheduling factors much more tightly around here. The loss of free time blows but I'd probably die violently before going back to living with parents. Dad probably doesn't want to hear my ANOTHER KKKRACKA DOWN DEATH TO AMERIKKKA ramblings anyway, radicalisation that really got started when living with my wife.
I expose my parents to those anyways. The next time my mother denies the ongoing genocide while lamenting the fact that Muslim tourists come to my country I will get an aneurysm I swear
My dad doesn't do anything quite that bad that I know of, but I have a perpetual rep for being "argumentative", i.e. I actually know about shit I talk about, so most people I know tend to walk on eggshells when they sense the spirit of Mao arising within me :)