The Bedroom

I realized last night that I will never get to have that quintessential moment in so many movies where I come back to my parents house and walk into my bedroom for the first time as an adult. Slowly picking up artifacts from my teenage years, nothing moved or changed. Posters on the wall. Sitting on a bed that no one has slept in for years. Slowly smiling as all the memories of youth swell within me.
No, my bedroom was converted long ago into the "Man Cave"
Does anyone actually come home to this perfectly preserved time capsule of a bedroom?