I moved out when I was 18, I wanted to become more 'responsible'. It worked to a sense, and I loved the freedom.
I lived with my cousin, and friends came over all the time. It was a nerdy version of you average 'college' lifestyle... but it was fun.
I moved back home in about a year, and stayed there for 3 more years. I was lazier than when I lived on my own, so eventually I moved in with a friend again. Have been on my own since... and love it.
Though finacially it's been a tad rough at times... I wouldn't have it any other way.
Actually I can't have it any other way now...
But that's a different issue...
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Wonder what it feels like to be in love?
How would you describe it, like a push or shove?
Guess I could pretend that this is all I need
Wanting more than what I have might appear as greed.