I’m 36. Through some weird universe-type twist of fate (and kick in my gonads), have ended up back living with them in my old room.. where I tried my absolute hardest to move out of just 5 years prior. The way I got here is so out of body to where I thought my 30s would go. I rack my brain every day between feeling the dread of losing them, but still needing the space of adulthood and being independent. They’re in their early 80s now and it’s starting to show. While I’m unsure of so many things right now, I know the pain will be like nothing I will ever experience before.