The first thing I noticed was the silence. Waking up in our new home, we found it so quiet in the mornings.
Whereas a few weeks ago, I’d hear my dad shuffling around upstairs making his early-morning tea, or my mom listening to Reels, our house was suddenly deathly quiet before the kids opened their eyes.
August marked five months since we began living with my folks in my childhood home. They’d kindly offered my family of five the bottom level of their two-story house after we relocated from country Victoria in Australia to the Gold Coast, where I grew up.
The multi-generational living arrangement worked really well and was a success overall…
