The Days Of Our Lives

I think that I need to change the title of this here blog to match the above soap opera title. It would seem more appropriate, I think. I feel like lately, this title applies even more so.

Now, the newest chapter in the episode entitled, "Where in the Fudge is Double D Gonna Live?" we add this option in the mix: living with my parents.

Gasp. Shudder. Ooohs and Ahhhs.

Now before you judge me for being "that guy" who is 31, a professional, actually has a job, and actually has social skillz, let me explain.

My options right now for housing are not ideal and I am not finding one that doesn't have SIGNIFICANT disadvantages. I really don't want to be locked into a place that I really don't want to live in for 6-12 months, especially when I'm rushing a decision.

Yep, I'm lame for even considering living with my parents. I know it. Not exactly really cool.

In fact, I might even cry about it.

But, it would also have some SERIOUS advantages to it. Namely:
1) Free rent (need I say more)
2) I actually like spending time with them, and a few months might be a good thing.
3) I'd only be there for 2-4 months methinks. That would be enough time for things in my life to settle down a bunch.

Plus all of the cool kids are doing it.........Those under the age of 12, but who's counting?

Such is my life, and "So are the days of our lives."

Keep on keepin' on