Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Leaving Home . . . or Knowing What Side Your Bread is Buttered On
When I was about 8 years old, I packed my pyjamas a clean pair of knickers, the dress my mother hated because it had to be dry cleaned and my patent buckle up shoes and announced that I was leaving home.
I hated her, she was cruel and boring and I was off to live with my flapper Nana with her feathers and jewels and makeup and jelly some of which resided in Room 22 of Bleak House Hotel . . "O really" my mother calmly said " . . and how are you going to get there?" . .far from announcing that I'd catch the number 21 bus from Romily to Stockport and then connect with a Manchester bus to Sandy Lane Stretford . . . with nothing more than a Barrett's sherbet in my pocket, I asked her to drive me! Of course the answer was an absolute no and ' If you're big enough to leave home, you're big enough to find your own way'. I sulked for half an hour on the brick wall outside the front with a fully packed pink suitcase designed for dolly clothes and gave in. It wasn't worth the effort. Besides, she'd cunningly made hot pot and dumplings for dinner.
There's been much talk about moving out in my house. Not through petulance but both realise that they're old enough to be out of home. I was married at 22 but they're still here. Both kids are old enough and would really like, no love, to fledge but economics has taken it's toll. Much as I wish it was me moving out sometimes (actually I am considering a house sitting consignment in April and leaving them to their own devices) I do love having them around. But it is they who are considering the pros and cons. One is 24 and returned from an overseas trip with a credit card debt that needs nailing. The other in a long term relationship and dying to move out with his gorgeous girl but also in the process of building a burgeoning business and a little short on cash.
I'm actually not in any hurry for either to leave, I love having them home but the relationship is moving from one of Mum and the kids to - well - flatmates (by my command) who need to meet their obligations and by and large, they're damn good at doing it. Adam is happy maintaining the pool and mowing on command (we live on five acres so that's a day's work). Clare is a great tidier of mess and washer of dishes. Both are my confidants and friends and even fantastic company at lunch. There are however considerations. If you move out, you're looking at:
Rent $400 per week
Electricity about $150 a month
Phone/Foxtel about $20 a month (not including personal iPhone or mobile accounts)
Internet about $40 a month
Partying hard say $400 a month
Food/groceries . .who needs food .. say $400 a month (because neither see the point of cleaning products)
Health insurance $100 a month (as long as they stay home, they're covered by the 'family' policy)
E-tag for tolls say $60 a month
Clothes . .who needs clothes . . .
Stay at home:
Board 10% of your income - varies for the Landscaper, fixed for the Graphic Designer between $10 and $75 a week
Washing done $0
House cleaned $0
Beds changed and rooms tidied $0
Food bought and meals prepared $0
Space to ask your friends over to play XBox or party hard $0
Agistment, feed, vet and farrier for your horse $0
Regular mumsy hugs and play $0'
Banker on demand (although this does cut three ways - socialism works folks)
Can I borrow your car 'cos the van's dirty $0
Can you drop me off at the Tav 9pm on Saturday night $0
Having my two besties at home. Priceless!
Who else would live with a live Christmas tree and Jesus and ask them to move out!