Welcome back to Advice Session, a series here on Anything Goes,
where you send in your current dilemmas or anything,
and I mean literally anything you want advice on, and then I give you my unprofessional advice.
And today's topic is human coexistence, but more specifically,
actually the complexity of living with other human beings under the same roof.
Okay?
And I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't have the most experience with this.
When I was five, my parents got divorced, and so I ended up living half and half with both of them.
But they both worked a lot, which meant I spent a lot of my childhood and young adult,
well, I guess teenage life home alone.
And on top of that, when they were home, they both left me alone.
Like, we didn't necessarily hang out that much.
Do you know what I'm saying?
Like, at my mom's house, we didn't always eat dinner together.
It was kind of like, it depends.
At my dad's house, he had hobbies that he liked to do, I had homework to do.
Like, it kind of felt like my entire childhood and teenagehood were sort of alone.
And I don't think that was a negative thing at all, but.
But it just meant that it kind of felt like I was living alone.
And then when I turned 17, I moved out and I moved to Los Angeles completely by myself.