I am a mooch. I’m not proud of it, but there it is. Every summer, I pack up my kids and move out to my parents’ house in tony Southampton NY, leaving my husband to sweat it out in the city, and schlepp it on out here on the LIRR every Friday night.
See that picture right there? That’s the view of my back yard. Seriously. And see how I’ve gotten all proprietary? MY backyard? How easily I slip into ownership mode. Except of course when it comes to the tax bill, the gardening fees, the lawn upkeep, the pool costs. When those things come up, suddenly I’m 12 again and Daddy is taking care of it all.
But lest you think it’s a free vacation and start planning a mooch vacation of your own – let me fill you in: Living with your parents, as a grown, adult person is no bargain. Nuff said.
Though of course I’ll say more:
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