"A little more than two years ago, I woke up in my childhood bedroom for the first time in more than three decades. I wasn't home just for a visit. In fact, I wasn't even back with my parents. At 41 years old, I moved in with my 88-year-old grandmother to take care of her. (I call her Mamaw as any good Texan kid would.)"
"When I was a kid, Mamaw, Mom, and I lived together in this house. Mamaw became like a secondary parent to me. Over the course of four years, she taught me the joys of old musicals and playing card games that were way too advanced for 7-year-olds. Now that I'm in my 40s, I'm living with Mamaw again because it makes the most sense. The logistics were a lot easier than my mother uprooting her life and taking on the primary caregiver role."
"As someone who is single with no children and no mortgage, it made the most sense for me to move in. Not having to worry about selling a home or uprooting a family to move in with Mamaw made the process relatively seamless - aside from moving all the books. Thankfully, I'm not doing this alone. My family has concocted its own version of the sandwich generation."
A 41-year-old moved into her childhood home to care for her 88-year-old grandmother, Mamaw, who refused to leave her house. The caregiver's prior relationship with Mamaw included upbringing, shared hobbies, and close family ties. Not having a spouse, children, or mortgage allowed a relatively seamless relocation, avoiding uprooting a parent. The caregiver's mother provides weekday support for home health visits, appointments, and other tasks. A recent layoff complicated job hunting while caregiving continued. The household developed a shared caregiving arrangement resembling the sandwich generation. Daily life includes both caregiving challenges and bright moments of companionship, such as watching TV together.
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