Parkinson’s Law makes moving back home without a deadline a terrible idea

Since graduating college, there’s been a trend of me moving back home to prepare for my next chapter in life.

  • In 2011 after graduating college (for 1 year)
  • In 2014 after living for two years in Philadelphia (for 3 months)
  • In 2016 after living for a year and a half in Los Angeles (for 5 months)
  • In 2017 after traveling for seven months (going on 4 months)

Parentheses indicate how long I was at home.

By going home I mean living with my parents. And since my parents are the most amazing caretakers, they don’t make me pay rent or anything like that. My mother even makes meals every night and buys me all the groceries I desire.

When I’m home, my parents treat me to fancy dinners out, pay for movie tickets, everything. And because their love is unconditional, this is easy to take advantage of. At this point, I’ve been taking advantage of it for nearly four months while figuring out my next move in life.

When I’m home, there’s nothing pressuring me to leave and do something except for the regret of putting my life on hold. I can easily get lazy and stuck. The time I have to accomplish something expands and I fill that expanse with things that aren’t important. Parkinson’s law and whatnot.

So this is the last time. It has to be. Because when I’m here long-term it’s hard to find motivation. My social life suffers. I get consumed by the sameness of suburbia and stop being different. I stop discovering me. And when I am discovering, it’s mostly in my head. This will drive a man crazy.

To expedite my move-out in the short-term and prevent this mistake in the long-term,  here’s a deadline for now and promise for the future: To leave by January 8, 2018 — the day after my birthday — and to not return home for more than two weeks if I’m ever stuck in the future.

I currently have final stage interviews lined up with two cool companies located in cities I’m excited about. If these go well, this short-term deadline won’t matter. But if for some reason they don’t, I’ll need to move out and figure it out. This will help me get creative. But more importantly, I’ll be moving rather than waiting.

Patience is important, but waiting is a disease. And it’s especially potent when you’re living with the best parents ever.

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