What things got to you and what differences you noticed when you first left the parental home

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I've just watched a youtube vid where the guy said he still doesn't cook his own food and for some reason this topic came into my head.

I suppose there are two kinds of moving out though, Did you leave when you got married or did you leave and move into a place on your own?

For myself I'd previously been kicked out for being a bit of a naughty teenager I suppose and went into a bedsit for almost a year. It wasn't to bad as I was closer to my friends and where we hung out was just across the road ( the park ) but getting to work was a hassle as I was used to the bus stop being just outside the door or just walking it as it was only a mile down the road. Now I had to walk for 15mins down the busy main st of the area to get the the bus stop that would get me to work.
I had take aways most nights after work and buying the essentials wasn't too bad, as my mum had previously started making me buy my own stuff and taking a 3rd of my wages (dig money)

When I moved back home again in the winter as the only source of heat I had in the bedsit was a convec heater thing that ran away with the leccy meter ( £1 an hour to run it) I tried to act the big man saying I would be treated the same etc....I forget so long ago.

6 years later I got my own little flat and i'm still here, Moved in poor with a bank loan etc, A year later I got a new job paying double what I was getting previously.... end of chapter one :P

What about the rest of you? I could type more but i'll save it for later lol.
 
We lived in Hampshire at the time (1974), my father got so fed up with me dossing around that he got me a job on a site in St Helens and a single train ticket to Liverpool Lime Street.
How I became a northerner. I've never looked back.
 
I went to uni, crappy run down flat, no central heating, a broken window in my room, freezing in winter. The kitchen was a dump, every piece of crockery dirty and stacked up, probably mold and bacteria everywhere.

Toilet got blocked and landlord never got round to fixing it. We did have a SNES though. I think there was a hash dealer next door. Looking back those years probably damaged my health but young and stupid. Had the chance of a student guarantor mortgage but stupidly rejected it, I could essentially have got a free flat, that was a huge error but nobody to really advice you back then. You could go far in life with the right contacts and advice.

I probably didn't eat probably back then, I imagine burger king would have been popular. Overall it was a stressful mess that really didn't need to happen. It's very different now with the internet though back in the 90s unless you had good advice and support you had to learn everything from scratch easy to make a mess of it.
 
I moved out at 19 with my girlfriend, 15 years later we're married with a couple of kids. I wouldn't change anything about it but definitely missed out on the squalid flat share with my disgusting male friends experience :cry::(
 
I left home due to a sense that I'd outstayed my time there. I was 21 (now 36).and was constantly arguing with my mum about non issues. I had wanted out but didn't have steady income to do it.
My cousin was living at the YMCA In our hometown and suggested I apply for a place which my mum said I had to take once offered. So a few months later I went there.
I learned to budget properly ,( expensive electricity meter, didn't turn heating on unless I had to) but I had learned to cook at home and didn't often eat takeaway, was used to paying a reasonable amount of rent at home £80-90.a week when employed, half of JSA when not,
sometimes I was on jsa other times I had work so I had to inform ymca and council of changes to circumstances.
I never went back home, despite some difficult times later when I had a flat.
Met some good friends, in fact these are the friends I would say I am still closest to despite me and some of them living in various towns now.
 
I've gone full circle, I left home at 18 when I moved down to Bath for University, but I'm one of those people who could pitch a tent in a forest and quite easily survive so living away from home wasn't a problem. Did get lucky at university though as I moved into a huge shared house with three other people. Now, many years later, I've had to move back in with my parents to help my Mother care for my old man. Don't know what to do now my old man has been taken into a nursing home.
 
I moved out at 18, and got a 2 bed flat with a mate. We were useless- couldn't cook, never cleaned, and didn't know how to pay bills. We learned the hard way not to have house parties. We also had no heating- just a fan heater which cost a fortune to run, so we wore coats in the house.

Despite that, and a ...ahem... chaotic lifestyle, we managed to keep it together for a year or so until he had a breakdown when his nan (who'd looked after him since his mum died) got cancer and died. At that point I moved in with my girlfriend.

The biggest problem I had when I moved out was bills. General idiocy meant I kept forgetting to pay and would get all sorts of threatening letters.
 
Joined the army at 16, went home for few years after leaving but then did all my own cooking and laundry, moved out again with then girlfriend but the army taught me a lot of skills to survive without mother bear.
 
Some posts in here make me realise how lucky I am/was regarding my parents.

For the record I "moved out" after I'd saved up and bought a round the world ticket. That was 1991 before I went to university.

Best part of a year travelling on my own was great for maturity, independence and the classic broadening of horizons but not the best prep for knuckling down to uni life.
 
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