So, I'm almost 36. I haven't lived with mom and dad since I was 22. That's a long damn time! But, they've been gracious to take on two adults, two kiddos, and two nutty dogs, so I can't complain too much. Ok, I can't complain at all. We brought over our own refrigerator, which actually helps a ton. We have our bathroom cupboard/pantry/cup closet in my mom's downstairs bedroom, one toy box in their beautifully decorated living room, and our clothes and stuff in their third floor/finished attic...err, half of it.
We have our own little cozy space. I'm a fan of little hobbit holes so this isn't too terrible for me. Ollie's crib and Ben's toddler bed (down graded from a twin, the little prince) are along the wall. The kid's clothes and our clothes are organized in some awesome Ikea thingies. I feel like I was summoning my tiny house dreams and getting clever with storage!
And when your mom leaves you awesome Welcome surprises, it's pretty great!
We've also been making some serious progress on our permits, etc. Well, Jess has been making some serious progress. She's our paperwork guru! Hopefully we're T minus 5 days to DEMO DAY!!