Blimey O'Reilly! I'm not ancient but oh how the world has changed. Whatever happened to 'merry Christmas, now you can all move up one bike'?
I'm a middle child. I pestered my big brother for ages about when he was moving out because I wanted his room. Then my younger sister did the same to me.
What were my thoughts upon packing up and leaving my childhood bedroom behind? Actually I can't remember exactly but I think it was pretty much 'Wahay! Booze and shagging here I come!.
My mum redecorated my room the weekend after I moved out. I remember joking about it but I wasn't really bothered. I knew it would always be 'home' and that I could have a bed there whenever I wanted, but I also knew what moving out actually meant.
It still feels like 'home' now, decades later.
Also there's an assumption on here that all uni goers will be heading to halls of residence and coming home every holiday. I moved into a bedsit and never spent more than a few nights at home at a time ever again.
Is this the new, pandering generation I wonder? I admit DS is way more pandered to than I ever was, but he's only three. I guess he will grow into a pampered young man. I need to think on!