Having amicably broken up with my boyfriend of two and a half years, I found myself in a situation all too familiar with those in my generation. I'd priced myself out of the rental market in London and had no choice but to return home.
I am currently desk hopping in my Dad's office in Hexham, Northumberland, and occupying one of his bedrooms - where my worldly possessions are piled up in boxes between his and my brother's house. The fact is, that people of my age group can't afford to live alone, not in London anyway – and so we find ourselves cast out, back into the big wide world with nothing to show for the past two years of cohabitation than a hefty utilities bill and the prospect of a new life – somewhere else!
Luckily for me, my father and his soon to be wife (the wicked stepmother), have taken me in with open arms, stocked the fridge with diet coke and even put a television in my room - should I wish to watch TV in bed. Sue even asked me if I had any washing to do – MISTAKE! You're making this too easy for me.
Jokes aside, I've assured them that this won't be a permanent move. I'm sure they're very glad to hear it, but the reality is, I've become a boomerang kid just like many before me. The cost of living means that us twenty-somethings are still heavily reliant on our families. Thus, when relationships break down or living situations change, we have little choice but to return home with our tails between our legs, and off-load emotional baggage on those that brought us into the world and continue to catch us whenever we fall.
Unless you're earning a hefty salary, or being funded from afar by wealthy parents the combination of the cost of living and student debt means we're forever relying on our parents, and it's tough. My Dad left university with a £14 overdraft, I left with over £20,000 worth of debt and the next generation of students will be leaving with, well double that and add a bit. The twenty-somethings are, proverbially speaking, up the creek. At least I have a job, that's not the case for many who have just graduated. Who knows what the prospects will be for those forking out £9000 a year in fees for their chosen degree course.
I have to say that as I write this from my Dad's office, having walked to work this morning, I'm breathing a sigh of London relief. No busy tubes, my commute this morning was free, not £150 a month and I get to hang out with my Dad and teach him how to use twitter. I'm one of the lucky ones, but what does the future hold? For me, I'm optimistic there'll be a positive outcome, but for my generation as a whole and the one following, the future is bleak indeed.
A word from my sponsor: “My boomerang won't come back. Having said that she already has!” (I'm told this is a Rolf Harris song)