Pathetic

When you're 5, you're living with your parents. If not, you're probably in an orphanage, waiting for adoptive parents.

When you're 10, you're living with your parents. If you're not, something is very wrong.

When you're 15, you're living with your parents—although you'd probably rather live elsewhere.

When you're 20, you're most likely still living with your parents; but if you don't, that's nothing to be ashamed of.

When you're 25, you've either moved out, are doing so, or are thinking about it.

When you're 30 and you still live with your parents, you're pathetic.

At least that's the way I look at it.

As of today, I'm officially pathetic.

Won't be for long, though—it's just taking slightly longer than initially expected to make the appartment habitable. Stuff left to do:

• Attach some plaster to one wall, closing the holes in it
• Paint that wall, and one other which had to be treated for water damage first
• Finish up the kitchen: attach doors, connect electricity, glue everything together, attach baseboards
• Close water pipe shafts again
• Actually move in

Except for the "connect electricity" bit and the final step, that should all be doable in about a day, if I hurry.

It's about time.