Sup guys. Just asking what age did you guys move out of your parents house to live in your own apartment? Im just 15, but im thinking i dont want to move out until about 35, lol, im still kind of a momma's boy, i love my momma!
what age you guys moved out?
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Francisco d'Anconia
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High school, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. Moved into a college dorm with a couple of friends. Ended up having to get my own apartment after two semesters. Too many parties, couldn't study nor get enough sleep for work.
K Street
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I left home after my junior year in high school. I had just turned 17 at the time.
Centaurion
Master Don Juan
19 - army
oakraiderz2
Master Don Juan
18
GlutusMaximus86
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Vincent speaks the truth, I know someone who is going to be 36 years old this year and he still lives with his mother. Someone once told me that he is like a slug and that is very accurate. He smokes, has a beer belly, and gets worn out very very easily because of it. His dad and I were helping move some stuff (he moved to West VA but ended up coming back a year later) for him and all he did the whole time while I was there was stand outside and smoke while me and his dad were moving heavy objects. The few times he tried to help he would just get worn out after 2-3 minutes; and once he got worn out he went outside and smoked some more. Right now he is unemployed, hasn't been with a woman in years, and for some reason likes to walk around the house with his shirt off.Originally posted by Vincent
Good luck getting chicks when you're 35 and living with your mom
P.S. I know the original poster was just joking, but this is just a warning to everyone about what can happen if you live with mamma for too long.
flyinshark
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I left my parents at 19. It wasn't planned, but it ended up being one of the coolest things that ever happened to me. Total independence is great!
Giovanni Casanova
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I was 18 I believe. I had a job and was sick of the rules at home (my parents are very strict) so I got a really crappy apartment for $295 per month.
I lived in a building with one dude that was about 40 years old, and then a bunch of old ladies. One lady I swear to God she was like 145 years old. And there were no individual thermostats in the apartments... the whole building's heat was controlled by one thermostat, which was on the first floor right in the hallway. It had two settings: OFF and THE HELLISH SURFACE OF THE SUN. The old ladies got cold in 90 degree weather, so they always wanted the second setting on. I remember being in the middle of January, with all the windows in my apartment open, wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, sweating my ass off.
And it was that steam heat, too, so the radiators sounded like there were oompa-loompas in my apartment with hammers banging on metal pipes. And because the heat was maxed out, the walls were literally dripping with steam. It was awful.
The kitchen appliances were new -- in 1920. Gas everything, and if you wanted to use the oven you had to light the pilot each time. And each time I lit the pilot, I waited for the explosion that never came.
There was no shower -- only a bathtub. Talk about a pain in the ass. The only time I got a shower was when I stayed somewhere else for the night or when I worked out at the Y.
But in spite of all the shortcomings of my first apartment, I was FREE and I could write my own rules. If I wanted to stay out until 3:00 am, nobody could stop me. I didn't have constant nagging and arguing over every little thing. I could get up in the middle of the night and just take off and go somewhere if I couldn't sleep. I could use the phone without having to wait for someone or argue with someone about it.
I was freeeeeeeeeee...
I lived in a building with one dude that was about 40 years old, and then a bunch of old ladies. One lady I swear to God she was like 145 years old. And there were no individual thermostats in the apartments... the whole building's heat was controlled by one thermostat, which was on the first floor right in the hallway. It had two settings: OFF and THE HELLISH SURFACE OF THE SUN. The old ladies got cold in 90 degree weather, so they always wanted the second setting on. I remember being in the middle of January, with all the windows in my apartment open, wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, sweating my ass off.
And it was that steam heat, too, so the radiators sounded like there were oompa-loompas in my apartment with hammers banging on metal pipes. And because the heat was maxed out, the walls were literally dripping with steam. It was awful.
The kitchen appliances were new -- in 1920. Gas everything, and if you wanted to use the oven you had to light the pilot each time. And each time I lit the pilot, I waited for the explosion that never came.
There was no shower -- only a bathtub. Talk about a pain in the ass. The only time I got a shower was when I stayed somewhere else for the night or when I worked out at the Y.
But in spite of all the shortcomings of my first apartment, I was FREE and I could write my own rules. If I wanted to stay out until 3:00 am, nobody could stop me. I didn't have constant nagging and arguing over every little thing. I could get up in the middle of the night and just take off and go somewhere if I couldn't sleep. I could use the phone without having to wait for someone or argue with someone about it.
I was freeeeeeeeeee...
spider_007
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That is probably what is gona happen to me.
affliction
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I first moved out when I was 18. I had a nice little house with 2 room mates. Problem was that I didn't have a car. I had to ride my bike to work every day in the middle of the summer, in North Carolina (humid as hell) in rush hour traffic, wearing dress clothes. I'd walk into work every day, sweaty as hell, looking like I just got jumped by some thugs.
Also one day I came out after work and found someone had stolen my bike, so after that I had to start walking my bike into the building every day.
Needless to say, I didn't last very long. I ended up moving back in with my mom about 2 years later when I was 20. I saved up some cash, bought a car, and moved out again when I was 22.
Never going back now.
Also one day I came out after work and found someone had stolen my bike, so after that I had to start walking my bike into the building every day.
Needless to say, I didn't last very long. I ended up moving back in with my mom about 2 years later when I was 20. I saved up some cash, bought a car, and moved out again when I was 22.
Never going back now.
spider_007
Master Don Juan
proes and cones of staying home
PRO'S
-home cooked meal every day, twice a day...(no other woman will do that for you other then your moma
-laundry done for you
-cleaning done for you
-save money
-same kind of freedom as if i was alone...(same independence)
-You have to help out in the household (beets doing everything on your own if I lived alone)
CON'S
-can't bring chicks home (not really a problem)
-can't trow parties (I don't pary that much anyway)
I get along with my mother and stepfather GREAT and i don't see them enough to get in an argument (they work and i go to school and work).
doesn't make much sence to me to move out YAT.
PRO'S
-home cooked meal every day, twice a day...(no other woman will do that for you other then your moma
-laundry done for you
-cleaning done for you
-save money
-same kind of freedom as if i was alone...(same independence)
-You have to help out in the household (beets doing everything on your own if I lived alone)
CON'S
-can't bring chicks home (not really a problem)
-can't trow parties (I don't pary that much anyway)
I get along with my mother and stepfather GREAT and i don't see them enough to get in an argument (they work and i go to school and work).
doesn't make much sence to me to move out YAT.
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flyinshark
Senior Don Juan
Although the Pros for staying home that spider_007 has mentioned are indeed nice, i think it's pure laziness to stay with your parents for a long time. There is a time when you have to cut the umbilical cord, so to speak, and move the heck out. Here's the other side of the equation.
Pros for MOVING OUT in your OWN apartment:
- You learn so many essential things about being an adult (how to pay bills, do your taxes, deal with apartment problems, make your budget, etc.) ... which in turn makes you a MAN.
- Women are much more attracted to a man that doesn't live with his parents.
- You can do whatever the hell you want, anytime, anywhere, anyhow.
- You can walk on naked inside your apartment without any worries .. same for masturbating.
- Finally your parents get rid of you and they can finally have a private life of their own. Put yourself in their shoes. They have had you with them for 20+ years. Sure they love you, but there comes a time when they wanna live their lives too and not always worry and bother about you. Plus, they would have a sense of accomplishment to see you flying with your own wings.
- The feeling of independence is priceless! But you have to experience it before you can understand it.
These are just a few. I'm sure other people can chip in with their own.
Pros for MOVING OUT in your OWN apartment:
- You learn so many essential things about being an adult (how to pay bills, do your taxes, deal with apartment problems, make your budget, etc.) ... which in turn makes you a MAN.
- Women are much more attracted to a man that doesn't live with his parents.
- You can do whatever the hell you want, anytime, anywhere, anyhow.
- You can walk on naked inside your apartment without any worries
.. same for masturbating.- Finally your parents get rid of you and they can finally have a private life of their own. Put yourself in their shoes. They have had you with them for 20+ years. Sure they love you, but there comes a time when they wanna live their lives too and not always worry and bother about you. Plus, they would have a sense of accomplishment to see you flying with your own wings.
- The feeling of independence is priceless! But you have to experience it before you can understand it.
These are just a few. I'm sure other people can chip in with their own.
LowPlainsDrifter
Senior Don Juan
Moved out at the age of 26...
Sounds a bit late but...
1. I didn't go away to college, because I wanted to stay local, and keep working at the part time job I had and save up.
2. I really wanted to save up so I could skip renting, and buy a home.
I didn't buy a house, but I did end up purchasing a two-bedroom apartment - I put 20% down, and had a decent amount of cash left over for household necessities and rebuilding my nest egg.
Sounds a bit late but...
1. I didn't go away to college, because I wanted to stay local, and keep working at the part time job I had and save up.
2. I really wanted to save up so I could skip renting, and buy a home.
I didn't buy a house, but I did end up purchasing a two-bedroom apartment - I put 20% down, and had a decent amount of cash left over for household necessities and rebuilding my nest egg.
So Many Ways
Master Don Juan
I moved out at age 25. My stituation was a lot like LowPlainsDrifter. I was able to save up enough money to buy a condo. I'm definitely much better off for it now.
Aztec
Master Don Juan
If a someone is still living with his family after 25, he could be a bum or could also be culturally-influenced. Maybe the person has a good heart and is having difficulties leaving his mom/dad if they are having troubles financially.
BigDawg
Don Juan
I went to college at 18 out of state (from where I lived at home), but I'd go home during breaks and such.
After college I headed to grad school and that was about 2200 miles from home, so I guess that's the real time I moved out from under my mom and dad's roof.
Speaking of 30-somethings living with their Moms, my best friend lived at home until he was about 30 or 31 and then moved in with his gf. They've been happily married for about seven years. But, he is totally and completely codependent. If he ever tried living on his own, he would have failed at it miserably. So, he replaced one mom with another, so to speak. But he and his wife are happy, so more power to him.
After college I headed to grad school and that was about 2200 miles from home, so I guess that's the real time I moved out from under my mom and dad's roof.
Speaking of 30-somethings living with their Moms, my best friend lived at home until he was about 30 or 31 and then moved in with his gf. They've been happily married for about seven years. But, he is totally and completely codependent. If he ever tried living on his own, he would have failed at it miserably. So, he replaced one mom with another, so to speak. But he and his wife are happy, so more power to him.
