Maybe consider some of the reasons your parents give so to dissuade you from moving out could be their reasons for not wanting you to leave. Being lonely, for example.
Going to church shouldn't rest on your parents not being church goer's. I think being independent of parents begins there.
If you truly want to go to church, go. If not, don't.
If you have privacy, your own room, and can come and go as you like , maybe try working from home and see how it goes.
Are you going to pay room and board?
My parents have long passed on. When I was a teen I couldn't wait to get my own place. Now, having inherited the family home, memories of our family are everywhere.
In this economy I think it wise to save where you can. And if that also includes making for happier lives for your folks, I think that's a bonus.
Cherish the time you can have with your parents and cat. Saying you'll visit when you can if you move out can be one of those things not easily achieved when you have to make time in your other life activities to go see them.
Whereas when you live with them, you'll always be able to say you spent a lot of time together.
Believe me, when they pass on that will add great peace to the memories you shared together.
The alternative memory can break your heart for the rest of your life, looking back and wishing you'd done things differently.
As children we think our parents are eternal. Always there for us.
Until they're not. Then, there's no chance to get back the time spent away, when all they wanted was a little time spent together.
When my mom was dying of cancer I shut myself away. I took her to her treatments, but I didn't move in with her.
She was alone in the house being dad died two years before.
My husband visited and took her out. But I withdrew. She'd come to the house, I lived just two blocks away, she'd drive because she was weak from treatments, and ask me to come have lunch or what have you. I'd always make an excuse not to go.
We didn't hang out even when she was younger and healthy. But there she was just wanting to spend time she had left. And I refused.
Selfish. Mean. Heartbreaking.
I imagine now she cried driving back home.
I cry as I write this. The guilt and imagining her hurting and sad due to my idiocy and callous selfishness.
Bu it's too late. I now on this moment imagine she forgives me because she loved me. Yet, I'll never really know.
I'm so sorry mommy.
Parents don't get any younger.
You can have a life while sharing space with them too.
There will be plenty of time to live on your own one day.
God bless, whatever you decide.
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