Did you move out yet?
 

When? Why? How traumatic was it, or was it super chill?

I first moved out for college, but I moved back in after. I moved out permanently a few years later, and my parents kept my bedroom just as I left it! Except they don't pick anything up that the cats knock over. Oh and they're using it as storage for christmas ornaments currently. :mad:

I still have stuff over there that I want over here.... anyway, tell me your story.

I rage quit my family, basically.

I can't even remember the context of the argument I was having, or with who. I just remember I was raging pissed.

THAT'S IT, I'M DONE.

Two weeks later I found a place and BAM SHACKALACKA I've been out since.

Essentially it was a build up of a lot of things, at that point many of the siblings experienced so much strife that we all basically had to get out or go insane. After me, everyone else followed within the year.

Same as Skills. I rage quit my family too.

A week or so later while staying at my manager's house (yes you're reading that correctly), I got all I had in my car and drove just about 1k miles away. OH this was about 7 years ago.

Unlike Skills though, I do remember who and why. Aunt and uncle (bro/sis) are the lowest of the scum and yet grandma with her own house enables them. I just happen to live there since I was 5. They have no excuse as grown adults into their 50s.

I moved out because it simply made sense. I suppose I could have stayed at home and saved a bit more money, but moving out helps me feel like I'm actually an adult.

Going to school other side of sweden, bought an flat and chillin babhy

I didn't move out exactly. My parents moved to West Virginia my senior year of college, so I just moved in with someone else rather than go home.

Although then we stopped getting along and they told me to get out by month's end, so I scrambled to pay for driving lessons, buy a car, buy furniture and find a new place to live. I was successful!

I'm confident now that $5000 is enough to change your life.

Moved out in 1999. Lived in an apartment with a friend and his GF. That ended badly. Moved back in winter 2000.

Got thrown out Spring of 2001. Major family ordeal. Moved back in at some point, can't really remember.

Moved out again for a couple months, didn't work out, moved back home.

Now I live on my own, in my own place and its much easier.

I left home at 18, immediately after graduating high school. Couldn't stand my family situation. One of the bigger mistakes in my life. No one had ever really told me what the real world was like, and of course, I thought I could handle it. There was a lot of talk in my house about "when you turn 18" and blah blah blah. I had been working since I was 14 or so, I thought I had it under control.

I lived with a friend from high school for a year, an hour away from my family. She didn't see out her share of the year-long lease and long story short: ditched me with all of the rent, not just half, so she could up and attend Emerson in Boston instead of finishing classes at Worcester State . I couldn't afford the rent, and on when I was coming up short every month, I had to move back home instead of renewing my lease.

Stayed home until I was 24, saving the bux. Moved into an apartment in 2007 with Chris. Bought our first home this past winter. Hope to be here at least 3 years.

I moved out when I graduated high school, not out of some deep seated hatred for my family situation, but because college was 3 hours away. I was homesick at first (mostly because I moved out a month before school started, and had lots of free time), but after that passed, I couldn't imagine moving back home. I can't move home anyway now, since my dad just sold our house and is moving to another state.

I had my own apartment, no roommates. In fact, I've never had a roommate, even though that sort of thing is more practical up here around DC.

I moved out late, 24 or so, mainly because I was going to school and wasn't working, so couldn't afford to live on my own. My current roommate who owns the house is a friend of mine of many years and said he had a spare room he'd be willing to rent out for really cheap, so I took him up on it and have been there for about 4 years now. The living situation kinda sucks as far as habits each of us has (there's 3 of us), but I make do until I can get my own house (fuck apartments).

EDIT: Should note that when I moved out, there was no ill will. My parents and I got along, and we still do. The only negative side of me moving out is it made my mom realize how old she is. :D

I moved out one year and one month ago, just before my 19th birthday. Supported living, baby. My doctor was the one who gave me the lifeline. He even suggested I estrange myself from my family, but I'm a big ol' softie at heart and I couldn't live with what that would do to my mother. I'm technically going to have to move back in when I'm at uni as you can't get full-year contracts for accommodation and since there are a lot of people in worse positions than I, it'd hardly be fair for me to keep the flat just for term breaks and the summer. It's the only downside to finally getting to higher education (fingers crossed).

Dang, there's a lot of familial hostility up in here. Although my parents irritate me and I need my space, I still get along well with them, certainly better now that I live on my own.

I've haven't really lived at home in a long time per se. I mean, I live here on the same property as my family but I rent a house from the old man. The first time I left was when I graduated high school in 1997 and moved to Oregon for a year. Then I moved back and stayed until about 2003 when I opened a business with a guy I met in college and I moved to Three Rivers be closer to that job and, for the next 2 and a half years it was party city at my house all the time. In 2006, our business folded and I moved out of my swanky little studio and moved back home for about a year before I moved out in with a friend who was attending college at the time. Lost of fun was had until I had to move back home when we found out my mom was diagnosed with cancer and I wanted to be closer to the family.

For the next year I was the only one doing anything on this property. This was around the time that I learned a lot of cooking from my mom and I cooked all the meals for everyone in our family and did the vast majority of the chores on our property. I also served as my mom's chauffeur pretty much until she was unable to leave her bed. Then she died and, since rent is cheap here ($200/mo for a 1 bed/1 bath and attic), I decided I'm too lazy to move out any time soon and I've been here since. It helps that my family and I have always been close so I don't consider it an ordeal by any stretch of the mind.

Haven't lived at home since I was eight. Family ragequit me, apparently. Parents both split up, moved abroad and stopped living permanently in one place a few years later, so returning "home" wasn't an option beyond the age of twelve. Would trade absolutely anything to undo those circumstances.

"Moved out" properly at seventeen after the end of high school, though — went from living at school to moving across the country and renting a room in a house with a bunch of friends-of-friends-of-friends (£160/mo excluding utilities/internet). Lasted for two months before my brother got evicted and asked if I wanted to get a place with him (£450/mo between us), and a year and a half later, here we are.

I moved out in august 2008, I was almost 23 at that time. I moved out mainly for school but at the same time it was just the right time for me to go. Not that there was family hostility but more that I was tired to live with my parents and really wanted a life of my own.

I moved out in a nice apartment alone and live in it since then. Damn it's good to feel at home and nobody else to bother you!

I didn't really "move out" until after college. I mean I did move out for college, but my parents pretty much paid for it. I would always be back with my parents during the summer.

After I graduated, I moved in with a few college buddies. That was pretty fun. Lasted about a year until our lease was up. We decided to split up due to various reasons (i.e. save money, move in with girlfriend, get new job out of state). I ended up getting a studio by myself. Considering that I always live with someone, living alone sometimes gets lonely. But at the same time, I do have all that private space to myself.

I'm on my third or so move back in. Trying to figure out where go from here.

Way back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, my mom booted my arse out of the house when I was 18. She took my key before I had even taken the first load of my belongings. About 3 months later she told me she and my stepfather had decided on some rules regarding moving back. They said that once I moved out (which was dumb because I WAS out) I had to stay out for 6 months, and after 6 months I could come back, but I only had one chance to move back ever. Needless to say I would have rather lived in a box than gone back to that attitude, and I never did go back.

Even now at 40 I think it was fucked up, but it has taught me something about how I want my relationship with my kids to be. I want them to grow up to be independent responsible adults, but I don't want them to feel like if things go wrong they don't have a real home to go to.

I moved out the day after I graduated HS (two days after I turned 18), but I didn't really know it at the time. Thought about hiking the Appalachian Trail, but it turns out that's a lot of work, so I've really just been ramblin' around the US (and a little bit of Canada and Mexico) for the past few years.

Stopped in Austin last summer to say hello to Puck and Thud. They twisted my arm and made me stay. No telling how long I'll be here, my feet are already starting to itch.

Good christ, that's messed up bigtime. I think something similar happened to my mom; she always made it a point to emphasize that, no matter what, her door was always open to me. I understand tough love, but it seems so alien to me that you would take such a hardline approach on your kids, especially if they haven't proven themselves to be a huge fuckup yet.

Anyway, shit is whack.

sometimes i like being a persian lol, my mom keeps my room the same way it was when i left. Even though they are redoing the entire second floor they are stillputting my bed back and shit, wouldnt be surprised if my old south park posters go up too.

I can move back anytime really. Never understood that taking rents from their kids (unless the family really needs it) and kicking them out shit. It's your seed, no other responsibility comes close to that. Not saying i want to go home because it wont work out, need my space but it's always an option for me. <3 mom and dad

Yeah, it wasn't fun. Also, since you sort of mentioned tough love, that shit was HUGE in the 80s. My mother decided I needed drug and alcohol rehabilitation (hi capo) when I was 15 because she found out I had gotten drunk a few times and tried pot. She put me in an outpatient program, but all that tough love crap came into play and I had to sign "behavior contracts" outlining the consequences for various infractions.

I don't mind pay the old man rent since nobody doesn't like an extra couple hundred a month and, unless I use the house as a meth lab, I doubt he'll kick me out. Plus, we basically treat this place as our personal party pad. Ask Frank. That motherfucker's been here for days on end drunk AND stoned and I've had people sleeping in the patio area. Basically it goes like this: Do what you want, but god help you if you don't clean your fucking mess!

I went away for college for 4 years, coming back home every summer, but I truly moved out a year after I graduated and spent a lot of time working and building up a big nest egg. Four of my friends and I moved into a big duplex apartment in a shitty part of Brooklyn NY. One of my friends had to leave 4 months later because he couldn't find a job, but he was replaced with my buddy's fiancé shortly after.

After moving into a basement apartment for 4 months after that lease expired, I've finally settled in a beautiful apartment in Astoria, Queens despite a lot of drama that came with it. Sometime this fall my girlfriend and I are planning on moving in together, the only question is where. I want to stay in my apartment but I need to convince my landlord to let us have her dog there too.

Moving out has been the best thing for me. It was difficult leaving my folks' place but I needed the independence and I craved being in the city. I can't imagine living anywhere else at this point in my life. When I start a family I'll want to move upstate or to Long Island but until then, I'm loving every second of my life.

Moving is the worst, though. Next time I move I'm hiring people. U-Hauls are the worst, not to mention the travesty that is finding a place to park in New York. I can pinpoint the three worst days I've had in New York and all three of them were the days I moved.

I moved out when I went off to college when I was 18 or so. Spent my first year at college in the dorm, and lived with my parents the summer of my freshman year while I worked full time at a nearby chemical company. The other summers in undergrad I found work in areas other than where my parents lived, so I would generally only see them during the time after finals and before my job started.

After finishing undergrad in the winter and knowing I wasn't going to start grad school until fall, I decided to move back in with my parents and find some sort of part time job so I could relax. It also happened that my brother was spending some time at home prior to starting law school, so it felt like I was back in high school. I didn't get into any arguments with my parents/brother, but I couldn't stand them fighting constantly, so I got a job working for a professor at my undergrad school and moved back out that way until I had to go to grad school (3,000 miles away).

Lived with random roommates for two years, and now I've been living with my girlfriend in an apartment for about a year now. I think it's actually the longest I've ever lived in one apartment without moving.

I still get along great with my parents and call them every three days or so.

I understand living at home for free when you're a student or whatever, but past a certain age, kids should be paying rent to their parents.

At least that's how I see it.

I know some parents who've let their entire. brood. come live back at home because the kids are just too lazy to get their asses some income. It's easier to just have your mom baby you for the rest of your life, even when you've got kids of your own, apparently.

Seriously. Three kids, one house, one parent, all kids over the age of 25 (one in their mid-30s), all kids completely capable of working, all kids bringing the boyfriend/girlfriend over, some to live in the house.

There have got to be limits. Every one of those kids should be paying rent. I don't understand it at all. I guess whatever money they earn at their part-time pizza delivery jobs they spend on cigarettes and gasoline each week.

Ugh. Pisses me off just thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Midna's parents seem to have taken the opposite extreme. I know some of those parents, too. "Congratulations, you graduated high school. Hand over your key." The couple of people I knew who got treated like this actually turned out to be awesome, hard-working kids who've done very well since their kick-outs.

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I think this really depends on the situation. If your kid is legitimately trying to get him or herself off the parental teet then I think living there for free is fine. If they're being lazy slobs who aren't amounting to shit, then rent should be charged as a way to light a fire under their asses.

LOL given their ages too. God damn. I've never seen anyone older than 40 ever LIVE back at home with their mother outside of my own family. >.< As far as I know, as right now, I know my uncle's still over there. Without a job as long as I could remember. :\

My aunt moved out because she got married for the 6th time. Only one out of five (grandma's kids) was successful at life, the rest pretty much FAIL.

:/

I'm a 21 year old high school dropout with no job. Still live at home with my parents, never lived away from home for anything more than a week, when I was at my brother's dad's house cleaning it up a bit. I don't pay rent or anything either. Basically, my step-dad would love to get me out of the house, but my mother won't let him kick me out.

Don't get me wrong. I'd love to get my GED, a job, driver's license and car, and get my ass out in the work force, but it's hard to even get the funds to start that little journey when you've never had a job and have no experience...

I'm sorry, but what the fuck, man? You are 21 years old and just pissing your life away. Time goes by fast. If you sit on your ass and make excuses why you can't start your life you're going to find yourself middle-aged and wondering what the hell happened. It's no fucking joke. If you don't have the money to pay for getting your GED, then get your ass out there and find a way to earn money. It's spring and there are a whole lot of people needing yard work/home repairs/painting/etc done and if you put any effort into it I am positive you could earn some money creating a job for yourself.

Get off your ass and get your education and do something with yourself.

What the fuck is wrong with people.

Hahahahaha, pretty much as soon as I moved out my room was renovated into an office. I'm actually glad about that though, get rid of the fucking thing, sell the goddamn house already. They want to downsize since two kids have flown the nest now and they're not earning much at all.

My parents ruled with my brothers that they had to pay rent if they were staying in the house and earning money over the age of 18, which I think is fair enough considering they both probably earn more than my mother at the very least, and besides, with all of us there it totalled up to 5 mouths to feed. Neither of them stayed in education longer than the age of 17, both went for full-time employment.

Go sell bodily fluids -> get GED -> get license -> get job -> get car -> ??? -> profit!

Was 19 when I moved out of Mom's house into my Uncle's house in Oregon. I stuck around for two years, essentially in the same situation, no rent that is. I graduated culinary school and did my internship in DC where I lived with someone I met on Craigslist.

Of course, this guy was insane and the cost of living in DC, even in the poorest areas, is extremely difficult. I met my girlfriend there and have since moved to Pittsburgh, still away from Mom, although she does give me a couple bucks here and there. I think I did my Mom a service by opening up my room for boarders since the cost of living in LA is pretty outrageous even for someone making what most would consider a great wage.

I guess if my relationship suddenly fell apart, I lost my job, and I was in a strange place with no other friends or family I'd move back to LA with my Mom, but it's pretty fun living as the master of your domain, or at least sharing your domain with a significant other. I'm pretty used to it, I'm about three and a half years of independence.

Like I haven't TRIED getting a job or finding work? In the area that I live, people, even the elderly, take care of their own lawns and houses, or they take advantage of living in a shit state that has no money and hire professionals to come and and do it for cheap. Now, I do make a BIT of money fixing computers, but it's in small amounts, and it's not very frequent, but it does add up. Hopefully sometime next month I'll have enough money for my GED, but even getting that isn't going to help me much with no work experience, especially not when all actual jobs around here have requirements that I don't meet.

I assure you that I'm not thrilled with my life as it is. I'm pissed off that I've been stuck wasting so much time saving small bits of cash here and there so I can move on with my life and get myself an education that enables me to get a job, but what can I do other than wait while saving my money until that day comes? Look for more work maybe? I'm checking the online services for my state every day with no luck. Every Sunday I check the paper, never any luck. I'm doing all I CAN do to make money right now, but trust when I say I'm trying to keep myself from " pissing my life away. " At the very least, I know how important education is, and though I'm not in any classes or school currently, I do still try to keep some new things coming my way. My brothers and friends let me read through their college text books when they're not using them. I mean, it's not really a substitute for actual classes, but at least it's doing SOMETHING productive education wise.

Everyone is born with no work experience. Most people start off with cheesy jobs to get the experience they need to get better jobs and more money. It's a slow process and you had better get started soon because you're already about 4 years behind your peers. You're hardly in a catch-22, getting a job is the first step and it isn't that hard if you are persistent and start at the bottom like most folks in your shoes.

So, like, how do you eat? How do you have fun? Do you bum cigarettes from bums for fun? I'm not seeing how you even get online.

Lyth, what I'm not understanding is why you have no experience at 21. How old were you when you dropped out of high school? A lot of people start getting jobs at that age, and since you weren't in class it seems that would have been THE time to get some sort of employment. Have you tried applying for fast food or retail jobs? That's where most people start when they're just trying to get some sort of experience.

Also, why the HELL did your parents allow you to drop out at all?

Well, as I said up there, I still live at home with my parents. They kind of buy the food here, and pay for internet. For my cigarettes, my friends smoke, as do my parents. So I just kind of bum them usually, or my parents will buy me a pack when I do work around the house for them. For example, I'm doing work on the basement this week. Scraping old paint off the walls, sanding, repainting and all that fun shit. For helping out, they bought me a pack of cigarettes, and I'm going to be able to drill a hold through the floor so I can get internet in the basement, which is where my room is. They'd pay me, but we're kind of strapped for cash at the moment.

I've applied at video stores, fast food places, grocery stores, Computer Repair stores, gas stations, drug stores, bars, and just about every place in between. I follow up on turning in my application by coming in about 3 days to a week later to talk to them and ask them if they've had a chance to look at my application. I go out once every couple months and do my normal rounds of getting applications for every place I can, filling them out, then going and turning them all in at their respective places. When I go in to get the application, and when I turn them in, I make sure that I'm dressed nicely, clean shaven, and as presentable and professional as possible. Oh, I should probably add that I've been doing this since I was 15. Yeah, and still no job. I keep trying though, which is all I really can do at this point. Like I said though, hopefully next month I'll finally have enough money to go and get my GED. My brother's dad has said that if I can pass the tests and get my GED, then he'll help me pay for my Driver license and first car.

At the very least though, I'm TRYING to work towards what I have to do so I can move on with my life. At least I'm doing that rather than doing absolutely nothing about it.

I've never been able to get a job. I've tried and tried, but never was able to get one. I was 18 when I left school, and I kind of left on a sour note. I guess you could say that it was half me dropping out, half me getting kicked out. Fast food jobs have been all filled here for quite a while. I mean, there HAVE been openings, but by the time I've heard about them and get up there, someone's taken the spot already. Retail jobs pop up every now and then, but someone with work experience always gets the job over me. Like I said though, I was 18, and it's not like they could really do anything about it other than yell at me or be disappointed with my choice. I tried re-enrolling the next year at the alternative high school in my area, but I found that I was not allowed back in ANY school in that district after I had left. After I realized I wasn't allowed back, that's when I started putting bits of money away when I could so I could afford my GED testing.

Why did you drop out of school (seeing that you can get to places to apply for these jobs)? Most kids dropped out to work by then (you know, they had a job to go to before they drop out).

You haven't even been able to get a service industry job? Really?

I'm was a fucking bum (literally) for three years, finally decided to do something and now I'm a bartender. You can always find a service industry job, turnover is incredble so they're always looking for more people. You might not be able to get behind the bar right away, but there's nothing wrong with starting as a busboy or server, especially with zero work experience.

Lyth, that's really too bad. It sounds like you've learned a really hard lesson. Have you checked into what financial aid you might be able to get to help you with your GED and community college? if your family is struggling financially I'd think you would qualify for at least your class fees to be waived. Books can be really expensive but, at least here, at the community college level the professors will leave a copy in the library for students to borrow for a short time. It's not ideal, but it's better to have to make a bunch of annoying trips to campus than to not get the education credits at all.

I do wish you luck.

Lyth, join the military, dude. It's a job, and even more than that, they will send your ass to school if you want to go.

There were a few reasons and complications that caused my departure from the school. I was enrolled in a program called " Novanet " at my school. It's supposed to let you do work at " Your own pace. " It works by giving you a pretest to your courses. The pretest will encompass everything that you would cover during that course. If you failed certain sections, it would then assign you work based on what you failed. So if you had trouble with fractions in math, and only fractions, then the only modules you would and lessons based on fractions. After you finished those, you would take a final exam. If you passed that, you'd tell the teacher and they'd send an e-mail to the office of the school letting them know that you completed a course, and the office would mark on your file that you completed that course. I had 2 Math classes, 6 English classes, and a History class to complete before I could graduate. I started with the math courses, and got through them in about a few days. Then I decided to start on the English work. I did the pretests in all of them, and scored high enough to where I could just take the final exam for each one. I completed 6 English courses in a day, but they refused to give me the credits, and said that I needed to spend at least 30 hours in each " class " in order for it to be credited. Obviously if you need to spend so much time, then it obviously isn't " work at your own pace " but it was weird that they'd say that to me, especially after completing my math courses without spending 30 hours in them. I don't know, just seemed like they were fucking with me at that point.

Now, I'm not going to sit here and say that I'm the victim there completely, because I wasn't some wonderful student or anything. In fact, now that I look back on it, I was a complete prick, and a disrespectful little fuck to the teachers, so if they were doing it to me specifically, then I probably deserved it.


I live in an area with a really bad job market. If you get a job here, you hold onto it for as long as you can, or until something better comes along, and then someone else takes the job after you leave and does the same thing. There are a few bars that go through people at a decent speed, but I'm always either late in hearing about it and applying, or, once again, is more experienced and gets the job over me.

Heart Condition. I tried last year for the Army and Navy but I was denied for it. I never thought that being honest about my medical history could get me denied so quickly. I might try to enlist in the National Guard or something if I can't get my life on track by next year though. They MAY let me in.

I don't agree with the military as being your escape. Hell, some people on this very forum entered the military in hopes of getting a free education and better job prospects, and have not since seen those things returned with any ease.

If you have a hard time finding a job in the service industry, I promise you'll have no stamina to fight the military for what you need. You WILL eventually get free school... if you know what you're doing, and you're determined. But in my opinion, the military preys on people like yourself.

I don't understand your circumstances, though. I have never understood those circumstances, and I have some very close people to me who are in the same dire straits.

I've been piss-broke before. And I mean so broke that I had no money for even fast food. I was counting pennies. I'd pray for a snowstorm so I could make $5 shoveling out a drive way, rake leaves, anything for a break.

You seem like you can read and write English fairly well. That right away means you've got a head start on some of the people out there applying for jobs. You have to lower your standards, and you have to suck it up. You're 21. Time is ticking.

Networking, I find, is pretty important, especially for those of us who have no formal education. If you know people, and you have a good rapport, you can find good opportunities. You need to be a social kind of person for this, though... I get the feeling you're not very social, no?

Also (oh god denicalis is going to come in here and slam me so hard), have you considered the TRADES?

Formal education isn't always the path for everyone. The trades are just as important (and I find often undervalued) in this society as anything. Explore your options, and use what you love as guidance. Don't lock yourself into a classroom and/or academia because you feel like there's no other option. There are always options... you just need to WANT them.

Meanwhile, stop making so many excuses for yourself. Getting a job isn't a RIGHT. It's a COMPETITION. You need to outshine the guy in front of you and the guy in back of you. Do what it takes to get that job at Store XYZ. Stay on top of it. Be disciplined. There is no retail job too small or too stupid. If they pay you, you will take it.

YOU CAN DO IT.

((Edit: Before I get jumped on, that last paragraph should be considered in light of the economy. So yea. I know there is NOTHING out there right now, and what IS out there is getting scooped up by people who would likely have more experience. So forgive me on that front. STILL, BE VIGILANT! You never know! And network like a madman, would you))

Since the college I wanted to go to was in the same town I lived in all my life, it was a no brainer living at home. I did help out and pay a variation of rent but nothing too major.

Of course, once I graduated, I decided not only to move out of the house, but the country as well.

Things went rather well living on my own. Granted, the terms of my contract provided me a house, water, heat, amongst other things. The only bills I had were my Internet, phone, cell and my student loan.

That doesn't mean I didn't ask for advice. I asked all the time.

In regards to Lyth, perhaps you can forcefully (but not too forcefully) get your resume out to every place you can find. Even if they aren't looking, by getting your resume out, they might think "Hey, now that I think about it, I do need someone" or if they need to hire someone new think "Hey, this guy did give me a resume recently.". It's worth a shot.

But I agree, go get your GED, then go to a community college. See if that college has a relationship with a large university. Some will let you graduate from a community college for a two year degree, then move onto a university for a four year degree.

Wh... what... I don't even...

Look... The problem with the military as an option is that it's pretty disingenuous in its tactics. Every branch of the military trolls malls and campuses in sub-poverty areas with the ruse of making it rain money for school and "prospects for the future", tell kids that they're basically signing up for supervised paintball on weekends and within six months the poor bastards wind up in Kandahar.

Lyth: I don't know, something about your story sounds like bullshit. I've been in a situation where, even gainfully employed, I couldn't hang onto a dime from the start of the month to the end; I was a cashier immediately after college. I had huge credit card bills before. But I've never heard of anybody who couldn't scrape together $100 for a GED after months of trying. McDonalds is always hiring; there is always turnover. There's field work that can be done; you could even beg your frends' parents to do menial labor for little pay. Pity jobs.

Also: Bay City Jobs | Bay City Careers | Employment in Bay City, MI I saw some cashier and sales associates jobs in here.

In shitty jobs? Not really. Like, I don't know if McDonalds cares much, but nobody wants to hire a person who is suspiciously too well-trained for a position; he'll just leave at the first opportunity. This doesn't apply to Lyth's situation and I hope he doesn't listen to this.

Devo - I don't think Lyth is lying, I just think he's gotten himself into a bad situation and is allowing himself to wallow in self-pity instead of fighting his way out. He needs a kick in the ass, and a push toward bettering himself.

Look. I'm just sayin'. I don't want people all up in my face because I'm all WHY CAN'T YOU GET A JOB, KID?! YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE! The economy is shit, and you're right about McDonald's and all, but I don't want to hear about what a heartless bitch I am. :(

I actually kinda think a lot of it is bullshit too. Pity me, excuse me, blah blah blah. I've heard a LOT of that shit before from many, many people. Not saying he actually is lying, I'm just not pushing it.

At least Devo can own up and be honest. (And I'm pretty sure you're still in school, aren't you Devo?)

I guess I technically moved out 3 years ago when I started going to college, but I've come home for breaks. This summer, I'll be in SF interning. I don't really anticipate moving back home after I graduate. Hopefully I'll get a job off the bat somewhere far so I have no choice but to move out. My family has a history of just staying home, and I kind of want to break that vicious cycle.

I moved out into dorms three years ago. I was basically just an absentee resident at my parent's place for a year, until i got an apartment on campus at my university. I've been largely self sufficient ever since, but an unfortunate truth is that i have been laid off from two school year jobs in two years, and my school schedule makes it difficult for me to attract employers in the first place. I have thus been unable to make tuition/rent (which are the same charge during the school year) and my parents have bailed me out (i have every intention of paying them back once i have a steadier income.

My parents and i get along just fine, actually, probably better now that we're living apart. There was no real moment when i felt like i had officially moved out, and my parents agree that it has been more a process then a simple goodbye. I will have to come to terms with the fact that i will probably be moving back in soon after graduation, hopefully not for too long though.

Just gonna say, if you have any sort of smarts you'll do ROTC instead of joining the military outright. You're guaranteed your college education is paid for before you even start serving, you get a monthly stipend to live off of, you're taken care of in the summer for work (get to/have to do tours), and when you do wind up serving you won't be starting on the lowest tier.

Unless you've got some really compelling reason to put off going to college I don't see why you'd ever plan on enlisting straight out of HS over ROTC. Not to mention it'll put off your service for 4 years, and hopefully by then our military obligations in the middle east will have been reduced.

I left my parents at 17 because it was time to go to college and we weren't technically supposed to be in the country. <.<

... so I went back to my country of citizenship, got a job, went to college, six years later I'm about to graduate with a Master's degree and have visited them four times.

It's not that I don't like them, we actually got along pretty well, it's just that I couldn't legally get a job while living with them and I was ready to move on with my life. Now visiting them costs about $1000 in airfare and when you're a working student that's a big pile of money.

If you don't mind me asking, what was your country of citizenship and where'd you go to school?

Still at home. I pay half the electric and water, though--which due to the place being old as balls costs $220. Still not bad for a roof over my head and all. It's not so bad sharing a house with my grandma--who raised me. It makes her feel safer since otherwise she'd be there alone. Plus, on the money I make now I couldn't make it solo.

So yeah, at home, saving money and making sure my grandma doesn't try to enact any LifeAlert commercials.

I moved away to another city, "far away" from parents. That was after our equivalent of "high school" (closer to German Abitur or French Lysée, though). I started my studies in a university, living in a dormitory of sorts, in a cell housing building, in the student village of the university. I lived my first six months without my parents with an exchange student from Italy as my roommate, so that was quite a change from the past. He was rather nice, though, and we learnt to live together, alone, far away from home.

After that half a year I did my army and went back to live with my parents for the rest of the year. Then it was time to go back to uni. Back into the cell housing, this time into an apartment of 3 with a German and a guy from Lapland. Fairly interesting, until they moved away after about a year. They got replaced by not-so-cool WoW players and social retards, so I decided to move away, this time into my own apartment.

Then I went onto ERASMUS, an exchange program which I did in Czech Republic. I guess I was trying new things all the time, now living alone abroad for a while. Now I'm back at my home uni living in a solo apartment.

The frequency I visit my folks has been steadily decreasing over the years. Now they don't expect me home every weekend like in the beginning. I usually visit them whenever there's a concert at my home town I'm playing in.

I'm 34 and still live at home. I feel horrible about it and I understand the disapproving glares I receive from time to time.

My situation is fairly unique, though. I was born with a rather problematic illness - cystic fibrosis. It causes the progressive decay of the lungs, primarily, among other lesser issues. My adolescence and adulthood have been marked by extended hospital stays. It is difficult to maintain a serious job and earn steady income if you're taking a 2-3 week sick leave every other month.

I've worked part-time at a supermarket for the past decade and while it's enough to cover a lot of the basics, it doesn't provide me much extra, such as the initial expense of moving and acquiring what one needs for a functional apartment and monthly rent with utilities. My dad has allowed me to remain here this whole time, understanding that I'm between a rock and a hard place. I think this grace has less to do with concern for me as much as it is assuaging the guilt he feels toward himself for having the genes that contributed to my condition. But his patience has been growing extremely thin lately; despite my best efforts to keep out of the way, pitch in with chores and not cause problems, I know with no uncertainty that I'm no longer wanted here.

I'm not using my condition as a crutch, however. I was forced to for a time but now that I've received a new set of lungs, I am physically capable of forging out into the world. I don't have much income but I'll figure something out. Though transplant-related issues may arise, I'm no longer stuck in the rut of being hospitalized for days on end, 3-5 times a year.

I'm going back to college, something I failed to complete on two other occasions due to sudden and prolonged bouts of illness that caused me to miss too much class time. However, instead of going to school locally and remaining in this house, I'm moving to Pittsburgh and will be residing in a dorm. Is it moving out? Kinda. It's not a complete progression to renting or owning a home but it's definitely a step forward, one I've been unable to make until now. It's going to be a long process for me since I'm going for three degrees (Take that, Deni!) but in the end, it'll be worth it. A guy can do a lot with degrees in gourmet cooking, business management, nutrition, and a life saturated with plenty of graphic design and marketing experience. Add my writing ability to the pile and I'm a sound investment for the future.

I'm kind of a late bloomer, definitely. But I think the dorm experience will be good for me, even at 34. Freed from the manipulations of family and friends who place unrealistic demands upon my personality, I can rather let loose and just enjoy myself.

I only have a couple months left here at home. I'm practically counting the days.

How does that work, considering your age? Do they put you in with the 18-21 year olds, or do they have housing for older students?

Or rather did he request for a single?

I have requested a single, not for the age differences cited above, but rather for infectious control. Being now immuno-suppressed, I do not need a roommate or several roommates coming down with flus, or worse, and passing them to me. Quarters in a dormitory can be rather cramped, as is, and it's rather important that I reduce the risk of disease as much as possible.

They seem pretty willing to fill this request, so yay.

Well, I actually just flew the nest a couple weeks ago. About bloody time, too.
See, I had always planned on moving out BEFORE I turned 21, since I personally would be ashamed to end up nearing my 30s and still be living with my parents.
However, I only got out this year, and I'll be 22 next month. Meh, close enough.
Living with my girlfriend in a single-bedroom apartment in the province's capital city, working, and going to school in the fall.
I've got quite the year ahead of me.

Still get along with my parents, though. I know, they'd be disappointed if I end up returning home in two months or so, but if I absolutely had to, I'd be able to move back in no problem.
However, I'm confident about this arrangement, though. No problems so far.

Well, moving everything in wasn't fun. The apartment is TINY.

I currently live in a 2 Bed 1 Bath apartment with another roommate. She's my boyfriend's buddy's girlfriend, so we knew each other before we moved in together, but weren't particularly close friends. It's been 3 months since we moved in together and I'm absolutely LOVING it. She's hands down, the best roommate, EVER. It's nice moving in with someone you know comfortably but not best friends with. I'm a firm believer that best friends do not equal good roommates, but good roomates always have room to develop close friendships.

I'm especially in love with the fact that I can afford to pay rent without putting an advance on my paycheck from paycheck to paycheck or going into debt with student loans to do so.

I moved out when I went to uni, when I was 18. My first year was in uni accommodation then moved back home over the summer. Then when my second year started I moved out again with some friends and then from then moved into a flat with my fella, then a house where I've been for 7months, the longest I've lived in one place without moving lol.

My parents have kept my room exactly the same as how I left it except instead of a double high sleeper I know have a normal double bed and less books and stuff (because their with me) but essentially still the same, which is good for when I visit home it makes it feel like I'm a kid again :D

I'm 25 and my girlfriend and I both live in the house with my dad. We pay rent and do most of the menial house tasks to live here and it seems to suit us all fine. We buy our own food and other essentials and he's really more of a roommate. Also he occasionally likes to smoke my weed and would be deathly alone if we left, so I think we have a pretty good deal going at the moment.