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.

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

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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.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

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.

How ya doing, buddy?

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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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).

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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.

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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.

I was speaking idiomatically.

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.

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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!

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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.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

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

How ya doing, buddy?

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.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

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.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Originally Posted by Midna

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.

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.

How ya doing, buddy?

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

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Originally Posted by a_lurker

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by Zip

Never understood that taking rents from their kids (unless the family really needs it) and kicking them out shit.

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!

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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.

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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.

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