Did you grow up with strict parents? Now, did you grow up with strict Latino parents? It’s ok, bb. Come here, hug it out. Having very, uh, intense parents can be tough. And at no point did that become more evident than when we moved away from home. So let’s talk about it:
You grappled with how to break the news to your parents.
“I’m moving out” will basically inspire the same reaction as “I ate the family dog.”
…And to your extended family, too.
Especially your abuela. Oof.
You wondered whether you were ready to live on your own, given you’d never even been allowed to sleep over friends’ houses.
How were we supposed to cope?!
When you finally got your own place, you were proud to show it off to your parents.
“This apartment is mine, mine, miiiine! I mean, it’s a rental and I share it with five other people, but, it’s mine!”
(This feeling lasted for about five seconds.)
Wait, you actually expected your parents to be thrilled about this?
Because the SECOND your parents set foot in your place, they’d point out how it needed to be fixed.
UGHHHHH. (Actually, this is fine. Let ’em clean it.)
Your family would find a way to get you “little things” they thought you needed.
Thank you for the 18 sets of Tupperware.
And you’d get daily calls asking if you were ok and whether you were at home.
Yes, you were fine when they called twenty minutes ago and you’re fine now.
If you went out after 9:07 at night, your parents would freak out.
But they’re not the boss of you no more. (Actually, we both know that’s not true. They’re the boss of you forever.)
And you’d constantly be asked whether you were eating.
Like. Have your parents ever known you to skip a meal? Or a snack? Or a third helping?
And they’d insist that pizza and instant noodles “no son comida.”
Eventually, you’d have to remind your parents that you are, indeed, an adult human.
No roommate would ever be good enough in their eyes.
“¿Y esa gringa? Where are her parents? What are they like? What’s her religion, IQ, blood type and second favorite color?”
If you ever moved in with someone you were dating, well…
You strongly considered the possibility that you’d NEVER tell your parents about it.
You’d hear about all the “good kids” back home who were still living with their parents.
But you’d know that, at the end of the day, your parents were proud of you.
Like, extremely proud.
And maybe even more importantly, you were proud of yourself.
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How was your moving out experience? Let us know!