I am a working adult, single, in my (late) thirties, and am living with my parents. I would like to believe that it isn't really an anomaly, in an Asian context, for a child (just slightly above-age) to be living under the same roof with her semi-retired parents, since we are big on filial piety and having a close-knit nuclear family, and the "be independent" and "go fend for yourself" types of parental attitude are less vehemently enacted. I may be grossly misrepresenting the truth of the matter for those who may or may not be experiencing the same "housing conditions" as I am, but I am merely speaking from personal observation. Living with my parents (even and especially at my age) is a constant act of adjustment, and the gratitude I feel towards their solicitude is not simply post-bad-day sentimentality. In fact, because I am financially independent and get to do whatever I please (a far cry from my teenage years), I am more aware of the little ...