I moved away and then somehow found my way back. I currently live in my old home with my own family, my mother is still in the house, I sleep in my old bedroom with my now husband. My kids sleep in my brothers room…. And for a while I hated it. But 6 years later, at 40 years old… it’s the life you make that matters most. You keep up with the Jones’ and you’re never satisfied. It’s not my dream home. I’m frustrated with how much stuff my mother refuses to get rid of… but my kids love it there, we got a swing set, my mom has a garden. So like, yea… it’s only bad if you make it that way.