Thanks. But...eh. It is what it is.
My brother (and parents) have this idea in their heads that what would be ideal would be to have a triplex/seriously large house, where we could all live together. You know, old world style, with each generation helping the other and pitching in and yada yada. They all seem to think this is The Most Brilliant idea ever. I'm the oddball for wanting to run screaming from this sort of living plan.
Maybe I'm just being silly, or I haven't grown up enough to stand up for myself, or what have you...but I do not feel like dealing with having to confront all of the significant differences in lifestyle and values, day in, day out. I don't want to deal with anything when I have a drink--or several. I don't want to deal with anything when I make myself bacon, or cook with butter. I don't want to deal with anything when I have a cigarette. no shared grocery runs--I do not want anyone else in my family knowing anything about various personal (read: "feminine hygiene") preferences or anything. (I don't even like the fact of DH knowing about that.) And...call me crazy...but I do not want to have sex while any of my family members are within an hour of me. Period. I don't know why, but I get seriously hung up on that point.
It's interesting being the oddball in the family. But...uh...no. We are not living together until push seriously comes to shove.