The semester is almost over. The students who went off to college as overgrown teens are heading home for the summer as adults. A friend's son, after two years of struggling with college courses, is coming home for the duration--to figure out what he'll do next, what he wants out of life, whether further schooling is for him. It's a tough time for him--and for his parents.
His imminent arrival feels, says my friend, "like an invasion of my space." He'll be bringing home--to the house where my friend and her husband comfortably raised two children--all his clothes, sports equipment and odd pieces of furniture he picked up to furnish an off-campus apartment he shared with friends.
But I don't think that's what she means by an invasion. The physical presence of a young adult who's in some turmoil and the daily reminder of that internal contest is not to be discounted. And that's what I think she means when she says, "The house is too small for three adults."
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