True story, I had to move back home with my wife at the start of this year (and I am in my early 30s). Life bested us for a bit, I lost my job, and while we were down her mom died. It happens. I'm fortunate that my parents are loving and supporting and welcomed us, because it could have been homelessness for us. I would do the same for my hypothetical kids. We will be where we need to be again, and one thing I have learned is humility and compassion.

My tail was between my legs. I felt as if I was looked down upon. But I got over it, realizing its temporary and I'm also not alone. Others are in the same boat. We know couples who have multiple children who are living in a basement. It's honestly not uncommon. These days are hard. But through hard work and not giving up I'm seeing signs of progress. My work is starting to get published and my journey into the career I truly want is on it's way. As long as you are doing your thing and what you can do, things will pan out. I personally am a man of faith and I attribute everything to it.