Passing by yet another apartment complex being built a few weeks ago, I saw that one of the amenities offered was a “Study Room.” Unbidden, the thought came to my mind, isn’t that what a couch is for?
I have all sorts of negative feelings about apartments built specifically with students in mind, and not those who work punching a time clock 40+ hours a week, but we’ll leave that topic for another day.
Lately, though, I have read much about students who, upon leaving university and failing to launch, end up back at Mom and dad’s house.
The kids are coming back home, and, well, they aren’t moving out.
Consider this: the percentage of young people (18-34) living with their parents has risen to 26 percent, from 24 percent in 2010.
So I am thinking this week about “luxury” student apartments, which gives them a taste of a life they might never experience again, especially if they are forced to move back home, weighed down with crippling student loan debt.
I don’t know - might it not be kinder, perhaps, for parents to find a nice older apartment for their son or daughter in live in? True, it might not have have an activities room or - ugh - study room, but it if it were in a decent part of town, what would the problem be?
Older apartments have a charm all their own, and are a perfectly respectable place to live, until they can truly afford luxury living on their own dime.
Speaking of apartments . . .
You ever notice that those who praise really tiny living spaces aren’t actually folks who live in such themselves?
Bopping along in the chair today, rocking with the songs from the CD “Billboard Top Hits - 1982.”
Cuz I’m never gonna turn down the chance to listen to some laura Brannigan . . .
Now on YouTube: CNN’s Bob Losure
Now on YouTube - my interview with former CNN anchor Bob Losure
Quote of the Day
“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” - George Orwell