I'm an adult. Why do I regress under my parents' roof?
Briefly

"I veer between performative adulthood unpacking the dishwasher, treating my parents to dinner and otherwise straining to be an exemplary houseguest and slipping back into the uncommunicative, frequently sullen self who last lived under their roof at age 17."
"At this time of year especially when many grown adults go home for the holidays, even sleeping in their childhood beds it can be unsettling how quickly we fall back into old patterns."
Read at www.theguardian.com
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