When did the transition from “home” to “my parent’s house” start for your kids?

[Anonymous]

When I moved into my first apartment. I was 20.

[Anonymous]

When I graduated college. I had an extremely happy childhood too. But home was where I lived, not where I grew up.

Dhs parents had a lot of trouble with this. They still complain about us not spending every holiday and birthday at home.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

No way. I never went back to my parents’ house after my first summer in college. My college town became home. I didn’t have a particularly unhappy childhood, but we moved a lot and I was a really independent kid, so the concept of home is somewhat foreign to me.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

If my kids felt this way too far into their 20s/30s, I’d be concerned about their ability to function as independent adults.

[Anonymous]

My parents house will always be “home,” but once I had my own house and family I began to say things like “I left my coat at my parents house” instead of “I left my coat at home” when my coat was indeed at my childhood home instead of my current home.

[Anonymous]

I grew up on a farm that has been in my family for many generations. That is still home to me, though I also consider the house where I have lived with my husband and teens as home as well.

[Anonymous]

I went to college in a different state. Freshman and sophomore year it was going home. After sophomore year I stayed the summer to work my fulltime job. Then I think I started thinking of it as going to "my mom's." Moved further away for law school, then to a 4th state for work, and now ... my mom has moved in with me! Time is a flat circle OP.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

Bizarre but a guess if you are older than 20 and think your home is you parents house...

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My parents moved across the country for work when I was a sophomore in college. For me, it immediately because "I'm going to visit my parents" instead of "I'm going home." It was hard not having anything that felt like home for several years. In my mid 20s, I got an apartment with my then bf, now husband, and I worked hard to make that apartment feel like home.

Same. When my parents sold our childhood home and built their retirement home.

[Anonymous]

When I owned my own home.

[Anonymous]

As soon as I married we created our own home. After that, my parent's and his parent's homes became our parents' homes.

[Anonymous]

I think for me it was only really my home after we bought our first SFH. And even then not sure my husband would say the same.