In January, our family of five moved from Bright, Australia, to the Gold Coast, where I grew up. With the rising cost of living, my parents generously offered us the downstairs of their house. For the first couple of months, they were overseas traveling, then in March, they returned home.
After my dad was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in June, my husband and I decided it was time for us to move into our own place. There were several reasons behind the decision, but the biggest was that we didn’t want to place any extra burden on my parents. Sharing their home with three young kids is wonderful in many ways, but it’s also noisy, busy, and…
