I live in a multigenerational home. As per pewresearch.org, this is defined as a household that includes “two or more adult generations.” My wife and I live with her mother and father. Currently, according to the US Census bureau there are “6.0 million U.S. multigenerational households,” as of the 2020 census. And this number is an increase from the 5.1 million in 2010.
The house we live in was acquired by my wife’s paternal grandparents in 1961. When she was a child, my wife’s family moved around a lot. Throughout this time, her grandparents’ house was a constant. My wife always considered it “home.” Over the years, many life events have occurred there; in fact, we got married in the backyard.
It had always been our plan to ultimately retire there. However, due to a health event that I had, I retired sooner than we had planned. As such, in 2018 we moved in with her parents, into the house that had been her grandparents’ home.
My wife’s parents were delighted by us moving in. They had always wanted us to move in, and as such they had already designated the master bedroom and bathroom as "ours.” The house is in a coastal community in Southern California, and it was close enough for us to spend almost every weekend there (prior to my health event).
There are a lot of benefits to living with my in-laws. My mother-in-law is a retired kindergarten teacher, so she is very positive and encouraging in all my interactions with her. For example, when I do even the smallest favor for her, she tells me that I have earned a (metaphoric) gold star. This always makes me smile. It was nice to hear when you were 5 and it is still nice to hear it in your mid-60s.
My wife’s family has always been very close. Her parents actually met in kindergarten. They are both the same age. They married a year after high school.
My in-laws are 20 years older than my wife. My wife has one sibling, a brother four years her junior. As my in-laws often say, my wife is their favorite daughter, and her younger brother their favorite son.