I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
When I was 19 I went to a sort of social pedagogy boarding school thing that we have in the Nordics, after that I got drafted and did alternative service, after that my brother had long since moved into my room, so moving back home wasn’t really on the table – at least not as I saw it.