I have a job and a mortgage.
I’m in a good job.
I have health insurance.
But I don’t want to stop living in my parents’ house.
I want to be able to leave it for the future.
So why am I living here, I ask myself.
Why are my parents still here?
My answer is complicated.
My mother and father live in Victoria.
And the house my parents bought in 2010 is a five-bedroom, three-bathroom property with an open plan, with two bathrooms and a swimming pool.
It has been there for 17 years.
For my mother and dad, it’s a permanent residence.
It was purchased with the promise that they would never leave.
They were not, and it’s not fair.
My parents’ lease runs out in three years, and the property is expected to be sold by the end of next year.
“I’m just tired of the noise,” my mother says.
“The children are going to be in the street, people are going through the doors of the house, I’ve got a lot of things I don’s and don’ts to deal with and I’m just bored.”
“The noise is just annoying.
It annoys my kids.”
In the meantime, I can’t sleep.
It is one of the few times in the past year that I have not had a full-time job.
“It’s been difficult,” my father says.
I tell him that I don�t feel like I have any options.
I donít want to move, but what if my mother wants to live in a different house?
How can I get rid of my parents and move out?
He shakes his head.
“What do you think?” he says.
But my mother’s mind is made up.
She says, I just have to get used to it.
I feel I have to leave.
I think about leaving, but it would be too late.
My life is about to change.
I will move out.
“My parents would be devastated,” my sister-in-law, who has lived in Australia for nearly a decade, says.
The family is in a tough spot, and my father is angry about what has happened.
I am not.
I understand that he is angry.
But he has a duty to protect me and my siblings.
It’s time to let go of that resentment, my sister in-law says.
It�s time to get a life.
In my parents house, we have lived for decades.
We have been supported by my parents.
But our parents are now gone, and they won�t come back.
I had hoped to move to Australia with them.
I wanted to join the ranks of other young Australians who have made it to the top of their profession.
But in my case, my parents are gone and I can�t find a place for myself to live.
My sister- in- law says she can�s understand my situation.
But she also knows that my life is at risk.
The young people I want as friends don�’t have the same support systems in Australia.
The Australian Bureau of Statistics says about one in every nine Australians is in some form of domestic violence.
In some states, such as Victoria, that number is two to three times higher.
And some people are also living with abusive partners or parents, leaving them isolated.
“They are going out of their way to keep us from moving,” my sisters-in a-law say.
And while many young people in Australia feel that their parents are dead, there are others who think they might still be alive.
“In our home, I feel the same way.
They are there but they are not living here anymore,” my brother-in law says.
He’s an entrepreneur and entrepreneur’s dream.
I ask him what I can do to help.
“Let’s be friends,” he says, and I look up from my computer.
I try to remember why I decided to live here.
“There are a lot people who want to live with you,” he explains.
I was happy to be a part of it, he says to me.
I could share my passion with others.
“No, I’m going to stay here and be a father,” I tell my brother.
“You are going back to your parents.”
I tell his mother that I can never be that dad.
And I tell her that my brothers-in house has become my mother�s house.