In November 2011, after 6 years out living out of the house, I quit my job and moved back in with my parents.
The past eight months have been way better than they should have been. My Dad does my laundry, I’ve been delegated no chores, I eat/bathe/hang out for free, and my parents make minimal demands on my time. My parents even have HBO. My mom has this awesome habit of suggesting bonding expeditions to places I cannot afford. In addition to having the time to focus on comedy the real gift of moving back home has been the opportunity to bond with both of my parents as an adult.
My father and I have always had a good relationship (despite the things I say about him on stage, thanks for your support Dad!) but this time together has been extra precious. He’s retired and I’m unemployed so we spend a lot of time together, and when we’re together we talk a lot. My Dad has had an incredible life, and he’s a gifted storyteller. I’m thrilled to know that my Dad is proud of me, even though I’m unemployed and show very little interest in pursuing a financially viable job. One day, we were both leaving the gym together and my father looked like someone had kicked him in the gut.
He said “I’m getting too old for this.”
And I said “Don’t be a pussy, Dad.”
He laughed so hard he started to cry. Despite our ideological differences, I inherited my father’s way of processing information. Our experiences have led to radically different perspectives but we understand each other. The things my Dad and I share, are lying to mom about his innocent vices, love of a good argument, and storytelling.
This Father’s Day has been particularly special. My Dad and I went to two action movies, the kind with a bad guy, a good guy, and a lot of well earned butt-kicking. In between movies, we grabbed a slice of pizza and I teased him about getting old, and he teased me about being a girl. My father also spent a lot of time emphatically expounding upon the benefits of grocery lists, with much rhetorical flourish. This is an argument he has obviously lost with my mother.
My mother called at some point and asked me what our plans were.
I said “Dad and I are going to see two movies and grab a bite to eat.”
She said “Two movies, isn’t that a bit much?”
and I said “Mom, remember that thing we talked about, about you having really strong opinions about events and activities you aren’t involved in?”
And she said “Yeah, you’re right. Have fun.”
And my Dad smiled and said, “It’s nice to hear you two talking civilly to each other again…after 15 years of…not.”
It’s great that my parents have really matured into amazing people in the six years that I’ve been out of the house.
It’s a testament to my parents love and faith, that neither of them were phased by my period of depression after the election or my new dream to pursue comedy. This time with both of my parents has been great. I would like to thank them for their continued support and unconditional love.