My mom, brother and sister finally moved out 2 weeks ago. They had been staying with me and my husband for 9 long ass months.
They now live just a 3-4 minute drive away. It’s a decent house in a decent subdivision. The house could use some work (scuffed floors, faded cabinets, super old appliances), but it’ll do just fine for my 51 year old mom who has never successfully lived on her own. The rent is a bit high for her (50% of her monthly income), so I HOPE AND PRAY that she can manage it because my husband said they can’t move in with us again. Over the past 2 years, they lived with us for a total of 18 months.
Of course she had to borrow a ton of stuff from us–pots, pans, utensils, cups, blankets, pillows, etc. They’ve been sleeping on the floor so far. Mom claimed she would get their stuff out of storage with her next paycheck. History tells me that won’t happen.
I’m just happy to have my damn house back. It feels bigger.
I’m happy that no one is here to eat up all the snacks and never replenish them.
I’m happy that I don’t have to cook for FIVE FUCKING PEOPLE every freakin’ night.
I’m happy that the water and electricity bills will finally go back down.
I’m just happy.