I used to think living at home as an adult meant going backward. Losing my dad made me realize I was wrong.

captiontk Maya Kokerov I grew up believing adulthood meant moving away from home, and initially felt eager to leave. After my dad died, though, I felt grateful I'd gotten to spend several extra years living with him. Now, living with my mom and sister feels meaningful as we navigate grief. Growing up, when I imagined my 20s, I pictured living in a huge city apartment on my own, with a partner or a quirky group of roommates. I'd decorate my home with chic art pieces, paint the walls a dusty ...