Well, my life is, and was...complicated...especially compared to many here
I was a competitive athlete, and so lived away from home from the age of 12-24. Until I was 17, that was boarding, but from 18-24 my sister and I lived together in an apartment . Both of us also held down part time jobs (to assist our parents - it was quite expensive for them) I bar tended for 6 years and my sister worked retail as soon as it was legal for her to do so.
When I retired, I moved back home and went to University and then college (with the full support of my parents). Finally finished school at 29, and bought my first house that year. My partner moved in with me that year, and we've been together here ever since. 6 years ago, my father was diagnosed with bone and lung cancer and given 6-8 months. There was NO way my mother could handle this on her own (she has her own medical concerns, copd, aneurism and congestive HF) so they both moved in with us (he did not want to die in a hospital - and I can't blame him)
During his sickness we began converting the basement to an in-law suite - which is where my mother now lives. While it's not really funny, we laugh about it now as my sister and I argued about where she was going to live - she chose me only because I have a large garden she can putter around in, and am backed on a river so she can fish at 6AM if she feels like it!
Truer words were never spoken! It's funny, both my father and my uncle lived at home with my Noni and Nono until they married (27 and 29) While my uncle ended up moving to Montreal for work, my father and mother lived with them after marriage until their house was built (and since my nono was typical Italian - bricklayer - it was built WELL )
My parents have always said, to both my sister and I, that home was always open to us, no matter what. My sister and her husband actually lived with my parents for a while as their first house was being built. I find it sad to hear about so many people trying to actively get away from their parents, and count myself as very lucky to have had the parents I did have. While I'm a proud first generation Canuck, I'm also VERY proud of my Italian heritage, and the sense of family that seems prevalent - especially with Italian families (I have a number of friends - Italian - who remained at home into their 20's and some into their 30's)