17. I moved back in 364 days later. I moved out because my parents lived on an acreage and I was starting university... my schedule was insane, there were only two vehicles for three people and I HATE driving. So, logically I moved out. Worked thirty hours a week ontop of a full coarseload and public transportation or a bike everywhere. Lived off of $7000 Canadian that year (I still don't know how I pulled that off... I'm worse off now living with my mother monetarily). But my mom's in the middle of a divorce and rented an apartment so she could move out right in my favourite neighbourhood of the entire city. And I was getting frustrated by always being busy and always having budget constraints. So I moved back in when my one year lease is up. Living on my own was good, but it's remarkably less stressful to live with my mother, even though I still pay for internet, tv, my cell and my food.
I was 17 as well. Moved out because I couldn't stand living with my parents anymore, we never got along and it was just hell. But after I moved out, my relationship with them has become much better.
I was 21, just a few months shy of 22. Bill and I found an apartment in September and October we were married. Sometimes I think I should of lived on my own before marriage just to gain some independence but other times I think I would of been more of a bitch to live with had I of had the chance to be set in my own ways. It all worked out for the best.
I was 16! I still went to school for about a year after that. I have been on my own since then. I never went back, even for a few nights. It wasn't that I didn't get along with my parents, hell, my mom is my best friend! I just needed my independence so bad I could hardly breathe. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.
mine is a long story actually, I had no real reason, but the night I moved out was just crazy. But I'm too lazy to type the story right now. I think I've told it before in another thread.