They couldn't wait to get me out. My dad found my place, my mom helped me pack, and my brother was making architectural plans for my bedroom. It was just what you do at 18.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I decided to move out of the apartment I was sharing with my best friend before graduation and move back home. My parents had recently separated, and I wanted to move back home with my mom and my siblings.
When I was 17, I decided I was going to leave home.
My parents must have done a great job. Anytime I wanted to pursue something that they weren't familiar with, that was not part of their lifestyle, they let me go ahead and do it.
My parents have been there for me, ever since I was about 7.
When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent's apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.
If my parents ever had to ground me, they didn't really know what that would mean, because I was inside most of the time anyway.
My parents didn't care very much what I did, and that was probably a blessing.
It's not that I don't respect my parents' authority or appreciate all that they did for me, but when I was 18 I was able to move out, and I was out. I feel like a different person since then; I mean, it's obviously a big turning point in life. I feel like I've established myself, and I'm a smarter and more mature for it.
I think what my parents did was perfect. They were strict, concerned about my safety and held me back just a little.
I was out of the house at 16 by my own doing. It forced me to really grow up and take care of myself, and I learned a lot of things that your parents usually teach you, on my own.