At what age and what circumstance caused you to first live on your own?

well, you'll be used to it. plus you can call your mom and give her a visit when you feel really sad and alone. as for me, the first i had lived on my own was when i finished college and passed the board exams. i had been pampered all the time. and so, i decided to try living on my own. my first job was miles away from home. i worked there for almost 2 years. it was a struggle for me at first but later on, i have learned to take care of myself and be independent. i also was able to value money. i have saved a lot from my salary. and after two years, i resigned and went back home. but atleast, i am a different person when i returned to my parents. i am more organized and a more responsible daughter.

I moved out last year a few months before my 24th birthday. My parents moved into a smaller house for them because their son was married with kids and their daughter (me, i was 22 at the time) they figured would be on her own soon enough so they wanted something for them. Unfortunately though they didn't kick me out I almost felt as though I was because there wasn't room for me in their new house. After a year of living there I found a place I could afford. Unfortunately I work 2 part time jobs, equivalent in hours to full time but not pay. I still need some financial help which I hate! but I haven't yet sacrificed my happiness for money.

I first moved out on my own right after the birth of my son when I was 19 years old. I didn't feel it was right for me to live at home with my parents. It was my responsibility to take care of my son and that was what I did. I took responsibility, moved out and took care of us both.

I was eighteen and my mom made it clear that I was not welcome at the house anymore . I feel she kicked me out but she still says she didn't . She told me either I had to leave or she was leaving and if she left it would be my fault that the family split up .She told me that she could not live with me any more or my strubboness . I moved in with my boyfriend and we have been together ever since . That was almost eighteen years ago . Now we are married and have five beautiful children who mean the world to me . At the time I was terrified as I didn't know what my life had in store for me and times were quite rough for us but we pulled through it together and has made us who we are today .

I was only 17 when I first moved out. My dad had to sign for me when I rented my apartment. I didn't like it much because the landlady lived downstairs and she would come up and snoop when I was at work. I only stayed there a couple of months, and I moved into a YWCA near where I worked. It was cheap, and I could walk to work. I lived there for awhile, saving money so I could buy a car. My mom begged me to move back home (I first moved out because she was always starting fights with me). I moved back home, and usually only came home to shower and change my clothes. The rest of the time, I was either working or hanging out with friends. I married soon after that, and I haven't lived alone since.

I moved out when I was 20. I was happy at home, had a full time job, a car payment and kept a nice amount of money in my bank account. I had a good friend that lived with a roommate who encountered financial problems and had to move out. She needed another roommate to continue living in the house. I was in a good place financially and thought it would be fun. It was a really quick decision on my part and my mom didn't take it too well. She thought I wanted to get away from her and my dad, when really I just wanted to help out a friend. Our relationship was strained for a few years. Two years later, I moved in with another friend until my boyfriend, now husband, and I decided we were going to get married. They allowed me to move back home for about 9 months to save money for the wedding. It was a great experience and it made me appreciate my parents more. My mom and I now have a great relationship and it seems like a very distant memory.

I went to college. My sophomore year I had 3 awful girls sharing a dorm room with me. They stole my stuff, broke my things, used my stuff without asking, kept me up all hours of the night with their music (didn't care that I had to get up at 7am to go to work on Saturday). They were awful--total gang mentality. I couldn't take it anymore so I moved out that November. It was a month before I turned 20. I much prefer living on my own. I had a tiny efficiency apartment. There was no separate bedroom, so my bed was also my couch. There was a tiny kitchen (not big enough to eat in), an even tinier bathroom and a closet (that was bigger then my bathroom, lol). And I loved it. I had no one to answer to but myself. I could eat what I wanted when I wanted. Watch what I wanted on TV. Sleep when I wanted. I lived alone until I was 22 1/2. Then I met my husband. He moved in with me (in that tiny apartment). We've been together 8 years now and I still can't stand living with people. Too bad we have 4 kids so I am stuck with them all. It isn't that I don't like my family I just dislike sharing my space with anybody. I can barely stand sharing a bed with my husband. I like to be able to stretch out. There is always someone around making noise and it drives me nuts but I just deal with it now. I like quiet and that is the one thing I never have anymore.

I was 19 when I finally moved out of my mothers house. I was also pregnant with my first child and there wasnt enough room for a baby in that house so I moved out on my own with the babies father and have been on my own ever since.

i went to university in my early 20s and this was the first time i had lived on my own it was a complete culture shock just the fact of having to bugit for myself and all the other stuff to do. I think its a great thing to do and prepares you for the world outside

I have never lived on my own. When I moved out of my parents home, it was a new experience living with my best friend and her parents, as they went to bed very early. It worked only for a short time, as I worked swing shift and her mother would wake up when I came in at night. My next move I had a room mate and lived near the college, so could walk to college and this lowered my expenses. I am now married and have been a long time to a wonderful man, who makes my life so great and I'm easily one of the luckiest people you have on your friend list.

After college (where I always had a roomate) I had a couple of short-term jobs. The first was a summer job, but I lived on-site and had a roomate, then I went back and lived with my parents for 9 months while I looked for a job in my field. I found one in another city and moved there into a one-bedroom apartment. I was 22, and that was my first time living completely on my own. After all the roomates of the past though, I really liked having a place all to myself.

The decision to move out was a culmination of things, but mainly I couldn't stand the restrictiveness in my parents house. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't entirely bad, but I just felt as if my Mom was too protective. So, at 16 I realized that I had to leave. Since the prospects of getting a scholarship was apparent (my grade were excellent), I began talking to recruiters but none would take me until I graduated High School. So, I had to wait. Even when I technically could leave HS and still get my diploma (with my parents approval), my parents refused to let me leave...I had to physically graduate. So, I left for Basic 12 hours later. That was in 1987 and I'm still glad I left for my own sanity. Don't get me wrong, I loved my parents and got along fairly well with them, but I just couldn't take the over-protectiveness and the talk of my not being able to find my own way without my parents help. I guess the stubbornness in me to prove my Mom wrong was the driving factor. LOL, I didn't get my first stereo until two years later. But that was a different story.

Hi Lalav ! Wish you a good day to you ! Im Maha from India. In my country its really a very different scenario here ! I was very much attracted by a girl at the age of 19 when I was in the College. But I never got the guts to say it to her; since I was brought up in an orthodox family. After that Im seeing so many beautiful girls. Hope you know about the beauty of Indian girls. But still I dont generate any feeling for them. Dont know what happend to me. But most of the times I feel lonely. I think this is my right time to get a good friend ! regards, Maha

well the sames here only the difference is that my life had a job which i held on to by the skin of my teeth

I never actually fully lived on my own. I moved out of my Mom's house at 18, after graduating high school and moved here. Got a place with my then best friend, living together ruined our friendship. She moved out and my now husband moved in.