19 - moved in with my then BF and two of my closest friends. I had a horrible relationship with my mom at the time and I needed to GTFO. I didn't go away to school so it seemed like the best option.
Turned out to be the worst year of my life - BF was horribly abusive and I felt stuck since we lived together and I needed his $$ to make rent. I ended up leaving him as soon as the lease was over. I moved make to my parents for a couple months then out again with just a friend, and haven't lived there since.
I wish I had a better relationship with my mom at the time (she was borderline abusive herself) or that I had gone away to school. Moving in with a BF at 19 is bad news bears - even if he's not an asshole.
18, 2 months after grad, with bf at the time. 1 yr later broke up with bf moved back home, home for 1 1/2 years moved in with dh (then bf) haven't went back since.
I left at 23. My mom really wanted me out of the house ( I think she thought it may help me get married sooner?). So I moved into a house with My bf, now my H. I did one year away for school and didn't want to live away from home because I would get lonely by myself. I didn't want to room with anyone either as I'm picky about who I could live with and not kill
Post by underwaterrhymes on Jul 8, 2013 1:20:21 GMT -5
17 - moved out for college into an apartment.
I did stay with my parents for a month when I was 20 before going back to college after I had dropped out for 2 years.
And moved back in when I was 23 for a year in preparation for joining the Peace Corps. And back in when I was 25 after I had an accident in the Peace Corps that necessitated reconstructive surgery and 9 months of physical therapy.
I moved out for good when I was 25.
My sister also moved out early but came back often. LOL.
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Post by karmasabiotch on Jul 8, 2013 1:35:37 GMT -5
25/26. I didn't go away to college and then my Mom and was in bad health and could use help so I wasn't in a hurry to leave. I would probably have stayed longer but she felt like I needed a chance to live on my own. I sure miss her. We had great times.
I went to college at 18. I stayed in their summer house for a month between freshman and sophomore years of college and then I lived there last summer while I studied for the bar between moving from CA to Shanghai. I love my parents and we get along much better when we don't have to live together. A week or two is fine, but my parents really enjoy being retired so having kids at home cramps their style
ETA: Ha now that I think about it I really left home temporarily at 16 (boarding school situation) for about 9 months and then again at 17 for the rest of high school. So I guess at 17 as a junior in high school to go to boarding school is more accurate.
Post by BieberMyBalls on Jul 8, 2013 4:31:42 GMT -5
I was 15. I couldn't handle living with my Dad anymore so I left and lived with friends for 2 years. Went back home for a couple of months, and then met my H.
Moved out at 19 for university. I spent my first summer back at home bouncing between my two parents' houses and DH's parents house (BF at the time). After that I said screw it and only ever stayed with DH's parents (pissing off both of my parents equally and fairly). I haven't slept for more than a single night at either of their houses since I was 20.
17 for college, although I lived at home during the summers. After college, I lived at home for 3 months, got a job across country and never looked back.
At 18 I left for college but came back during my senior year.
Then some scary stuff happened and I pretty much had to flee my house at 22. I had no where to go at first but H (then fiancé) and I moved in together after a couple months.
At 18 I went to college, lived there the first year, then moved back home and commuted the rest of my time there. Moved out for good at 24- when my then FI and now H and I bought our house.
18. Two of my sisters were getting a 3bdrm appt and asked if I wanted to move in. I only moved home once when me and bf (now H) broke up. we got back together after about 6mth - but I lived at home for several more months after we had gotten back together.
I went to college at 18, then back again for a year after university as i couldn't find a job (early 90s recession). Left for 3 years then moved back to go to graduate school for 3 years. Moved out and haven't moved back. I live overseas now so living at home wasn't because I couldn't leave my parents, it was to make sure I had enough money to live. Luckily, I get on very well with my parents and they were able to treat me like an adult.
Post by Mrs. ChanandlerBong on Jul 8, 2013 6:50:14 GMT -5
For 3 summers, starting when I graduated from high school, I marched drum and bugle corps. I "moved in" to corps housing a few weeks after hs graduation and only had a few weeks at home after tour before heading away to school. The summers after my freshman and sophomore years at school were the same. The summer between my junior and senior year, I took a summer semester out of state. Again, I was only home for a few weeks that summer.
I did move home after I graduated. After spending only a few weeks there over the prior 4 years, it was rough for me. As soon as I was making a wage that covered living expenses ( rent, utlitlies, etc) I moved out. I think it was a year and a few months after I graduated.
Oh, the "why" part of your question. We had both been working full time and saving towards a down payment on a house. My then future MIL decided she wanted to "borrow" my then FI's tax refund when he got it, and I decided that was fucked up and told him we were going to buy a house with it. And so we did.
The first time was when I was 19 - parents kicked me out. Moved back in eight months later, at 20, and then out for good at 22 when H and I moved in together.
Moved out on my 17th birthday, September of my senior year in highschool. Moved in with a loser that "loved me!". Moved out 2 years later when the abuse became so bad I knew he was going to kill me some day. Unfortunately, my father was no longer speaking to me, so when I left the loser I was on my own.