What's the Opposite of Empty-Nest Syndrome?

Moving back in with your parents as a (-n almost) 30 year-old, semi-independent woman comes with inherent advantages and disadvantages.  When I mention to most people that I am currently residing in my childhood bedroom, most people cringe and express their condolences. 

So far, in my two week experience, I have found that there seem to be more pros than cons.  A lot of that has to do with the fact that, unlike many people apparently, I actually enjoy the company of my parents.  Which is nice.

This is exactly what my
childhood looked like.

So first and foremost,  the most obvious pro has to be that I'm not paying rent.  Or buying groceries.  Or paying for cable and internet.  Or electricity. 

Also, besides keeping my room clean, like a good girl, so far I am basically chore free.  I did fold the laundry once, unprompted.  Maybe I should offer to do the dishes or something...  We'll see.

Furthermore, I'm saving gas money.  Cause now I live in the same building as the washing machine.

Pretty much, my experience with moving back in, so far, has been kind of like a vacation from adulthood.  Or at least the approximation of adulthood that is my usual existence.

There are a few cons to the situation.  Most of them the same cons I would experience were I to suddenly have any type of roommate, after having lived alone for a few years.

What 'living alone' looks like.

Like the fact that I no longer have complete control over the TV.  It has come to my attention that not all people care to watch Criminal Minds whenever it happens to be on. Even if you just saw that one.  And there's an actual new episode of another show you enjoy on at the same time.  It's weird.  

Also,  I think it goes without saying that it would be inappropriate for me to walk around the house naked.

Or to buy a bottle of wine on the way home from work, solely for the purpose of getting drunk alone and watching Gossip Girl.  I mean, I guess I could invite them to get drunk with me, but I think drinking with your parents might be even sadder than drinking alone.  And they don't even like Gossip Girl.

Lastly, I detect a definite air of judgement when I sleep until 1:00 on a Sunday.

As far as the good and bad for my parents, having me home seems to be less advantageous. 

I'm eating their food, co-opting their television and using up the hot water.  I brought my cat with me, so now they have a litter box in their kitchen.  

I'm sure there are activities that my presence is interfering with but the amount of time I spent thinking about that just to type it is far more than I would have liked, so let's move on.

The only benefits for them that I can think of are the pleasure of my company, which, let's face it, pays for itself and the comfort of knowing that their eldest child is not being horribly murdered in her apartment.*

*This relates to the reason I am currently living with my parents even though I am still paying rent on a perfectly livable apartment.  Let's not get into it.

When you search for 'stalked' you get
a lot of pictures of Michael Buble getting
stalked by velociraptors.