There's rarely anything about my life that's hip (as evidenced by my use of "hip"). But the rise in sibling roommate situations has The New York Times calling it a growing trend. My brother recently moved into my apartment, so looks like I'm not alone in bunking up with kin.
My roommate & I - a few decades ago
After a string of less-than-stellar Craigslist roommate situations, I was so excited my younger brother's plans for school brought him to Boston in January. There are definite benefits to living with a sibling; you know each other's quirks. You can be completely open and honest about house stuff without worrying about ruining your relationship (living with friends) or dealing with passive-aggressive retaliation (random roommates). Plus, he's taller than me, which comes in handy when I set off the smoke alarms.
He is over 4 years younger than me, so while growing up, we were never really in the same life stage. It's been fun getting to know one other as adults, without spending my time trying to blame things on him or having toys thrown at my face.
Anyone else have experience living with adult siblings?
(Images: 1. Leela Cyd/Penny, Petra & Sydney's Gorgeous, Artful Home, 2. Donna Bellucci)