So, I just started switching out my winter clothes for my summer clothes. At the same time, I realize that I have lived in the same house for 40 years. ( yes, I realize that may sound weird, but it’s a cultural thing in my family that you live with your parents until you are married. So today, as I was putting stuff into boxes and bags, I got a little teary-eyed and bittersweet. I realize that the next time I open up these boxes, I will no longer be living in this house, and I will be married. It’s not cold feet, it’s just kind of a weird feeling that I can’t describe. Or maybe, it is just PMS.
Does anyone else who is culture has them living with their parents until marriage experience the same feeling? I feel kind of weird even saying this