Just over three years ago, I wrote a very important column in the life of Dana Sulonen. It was a column that was a landmark in my life.
It was the column when I stated my independence. Back in March of 2005, I was officially becoming an adult and moving out of my parents house. I was moving in with my friend and co-worker, Jennifer, and we were two crazy bachelorettes making our presence known in Warren.
Today, my friends, is also a landmark column. Three years and a few months later, I, Dana Sulonen, am moving back in with my parents.
I'll give you this time to clean up the coffee you just spit out of your noses in laughter over the fact that a 27-year old girl with three jobs is moving back in with her parents. Go ahead. Insert laugh here.
This all began two weeks ago when Jennifer told me she would be leaving Warren for a new job in Cleveland. In between the hugging and jumping up and down in excitement, we also realized that it was an end to an era. She would be leaving all the glamour of Warren for the big city of Cleveland.
So much has happened in our little duplex in Warren. We had numerous parties, many memorable nights and a lot of good talks. In that time, she started dating her boyfriend, Lee, who became a roomie with us about a year-and-a-half into our adventure. We were our own little "Three's Company."
Now, they are embarking on a new adventure of their own. And while I would love to go out, get a new roomie and start a new chapter in my still-single life, I knew I had to be responsible, pay off some bills and move back in with mom and dad. Some things just have to be done.
In theory, I'm fine with the move. I know it's what's needed to be done. However, it was a little hard to swallow a few weeks back when I was trying my hardest to flirt with a guy at the AT&T store in Niles and my mother announced to the store I was moving back home. Yeah, that was a nice punch in the gut.
Apparently, I'm not the only person who has taken the responsible road while figuring out finances. The article to the left of this column is about Boomerangs, college grads moving back home. I was an original Boomerang back in 2003. I was just thrown again. And again I came back. I'm like a good dog playing fetch.
While I'm trying to concentrate on the positives of moving back home, like having money again, getting finances straightened up and having mommy cook me dinner, some things are boggling my mind.
One of my biggest fears is that I'm never going to leave. While some of you might be muttering phrases like, ''Now, Dana, let's be real here,'' you don't understand the family history I come from. While I don't mean to bust him out like this, my uncle lived with my grandparents until he was well into his 30s. And he never moved out. My grandparents did. They built a new house and left him. While I love my uncle dearly, I don't want to see the day when I wake up and my parents have moved to Florida because I wouldn't get out of the house.
But all in all, I know this is the right move for me. So here I go.
My name is Dana Sulonen. I'm 27 years old. I live with my parents.
There, I said it. Now it's time to see what Mom is cooking for dinner.
Dana is a sports writer at the Tribune. If you are the guy from AT&T who was laughing hysterically at the fact that she was moving back in with her parents and would like to go out for a drink sometime, or if you are anyone else, you can e-mail Dana at firstname.lastname@example.org.