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Posted on 04/04/2026 6:03:41 PM PDT by Duke C.
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One in three U.S. adults (ages 18–34) now live with their parents. The share ranges from 44.1% in New Jersey to just 12.3% in North Dakota, revealing a wide geographic divide. High-cost coastal and Northeastern states dominate the top of the ranking.
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the assumption that this is an indicator of societal decline or economic crisis is all wrong. The idea, for example, that a teenaged girl heading off to college and then spending her fertile years single and fornicating in Brooklyn is on its face superior to starting off living at home does not add up, at least to me.
My grandkids are addicts to the WiFi and surf all day. They don’t work. Extremely lazy. They are comfortable just vegegtating.
We live with our daughter. Does that count? We moved in to an in-law apartment to take care of the grandkids. Does that count?
ARE THEY DOING THIS IN YOUR RESIDENCE???
It’s probably almost entirely a function of living costs. The states with the lowest rates don’t have large, expensive metro areas, and vice versa.
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Had nude scene sequence but it was of Terry Bradshaw.
Our youngest lives with us but pulls his own weight helping Dad on the farm and housework for me. Especially when I was working 12 hour shifts. We can’t complain.
Sounds like my great-nieces and -nephew. In their teens, but don’t lift a finger to do anything to help. Curled up on the sofa like worms, scrolling through their phones. Parents don’t say a thing. And they don’t SPEAK or engage in any way.
We were setting the table, doing the dishes, etc., when we were five.
I would welcome my adult children in a heartbeat...
other countries count on generations pooling their resources...
Good on you guys..SMART.
I made many mistakes in my long life. One of which was moving out of my parent’s house too early - before I got a good, stable job.
But I just had to be independent. So I moved out when I was in college. Yes, I was independent. But I also lived in near poverty.
Stupid I was.
I believe that the biggest problem is that the young adults of today are afraid to be on their own. When I graduated from high school In 1971, I rented a 600 sft box with a friend of mine so we could get away from our parents. It cost us $100.00 a month.
I agree with you. Our girls lived with us until they finished community college, then left to finish their degrees. They also worked jobs while going to school.
Our son lived with us until he got married at age 30. In his defense he bought a fixer upper with cash when he was 25. Unfortunately, covid hit about two months later and the spike in construction materials really slowed him down.
He lived alone for a week before the wedding to make sure it was functional and they finished hanging the upper cabinets when they got back from their honeymoon cruise.
I was very lucky-when I got out of the Navy, I lived with my parents and commuted to a state college to save money. I moved out when I was done with college and rented a room with my brother and his wife. Then I got married.
I enjoyed living with my parents while I went to school, they did not require me to pay rent or board while I was in college. They enjoyed having me around. I always felt fortunate to have that kind of relationship with my parents. No baggage, just two fine people who were also my parents.
They gave me a lot of leeway, and were always interested in having me eat dinner with them.
I was lucky. They are both gone now many years, and I still miss them.
Coming down early in the morning...my dad sitting at the window, watching the birds in the backyard. He always had a mug of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. My mom was a mirror image with her mug and cigarette! Heh, they were complete nicotine fiends and coffee-aholics. They always had one of those two burner drip coffee makers with the round glass coffee pots on them.
That was what was fun about living at home, as an adult. Seeing my parents as adults and parents, not just parents. They were much more open and revealing at that phase. And I was ready to listen.
And watching their conversations, husband and wife of 35 years, each with their view of a story at the breakfast table.
My dark haired mom with gypsy eyes, her talkative, heated Armenian temper, and hand gesturing as only an Italian can do. Long draws of the cigarette and dramatic toppling of the ash into the try after vigorous gestures with the cigarette. She would exhale in an abrupt cloud of smoke (most often coinciding with phases of her speech) which would surround her face, and she would irritatedly and distractedly swipe away at the smoke as if it were a buzzing insect.
My blue-eyed dad, with his narrowed eyes as he silently listened, coffee mug in hand, drawing measured tokes on his cigarette (that he lit with a vintage Zippo which he opened and closed with a loud, satisfying “clink”) the coal burning brightly as he did so, followed by a controlled, deliberate reach to the ashtray where the ash would be proficiently separated from the cigarette with an efficient, mechanical flick on the side of the ashtray. He would exhale is smoke in a controlled and slow manner. He would part his lips, and the smoke would just...exit and hang in streams in front of his face, but he could see through them. Or sometimes, the smoke would come out of both of his nostrils in a waterfall downwards.
And he always seemed to be calculating, while my mom always seemed to be...well...”expressing”!
I was facinated by this type of interaction, which had, after all, always been there. I just had not been interested in seeing it as a kid!
I look at my same marriage today, and compare the interactions to how I had seen my parents doing it while I last lived at home. I am more talkative than my dad, and she is more silent than my mom!
Sigh. How I miss them!
Covid Kids. Teacher’s unions directly responsible for this.
My anecdotal situation in Indiana: 5 children of which two live in my home. I am 68 years old and married. A daughter aged 24 and a son aged 27 live with us. Both have full time jobs. So do I. We get along well, able to maintain a two story duplex and stay on top of the bills at least for now. All of us confess the Nicene Creed regularly and live by the grace of God daily. The two children are free to marry and or move out, but our current situation is suitable. I’m sure this is not “normal.” So what?
NJ and CA. Duh! This decade has the most idiotic humans in it.
My in laws had four children in a three bed room around 900 square foot house. The three older boys had to share a room.
When kids have their own rooms, and some have their own suites, it makes it easier for them to stay.
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