Quote: (07-21-2017 09:58 PM)Dunder Wrote:
Hey Guys
Regarding leaving home for the first time, there's been a growing trend of millenials that are staying at home with their parents longer and a growing number of home leavers returning home to live with their parents for a short stay before moving back out again.
My background is; I still live at home and I'm planning on moving out in 12 months time.
Would just like to hear the experience from some fellow RVF'ers to get a sense of what you guys experience was like.
What age did you move out?
What living arrangements did you move into?
Why did you move out?
How long did you remain out of home before returning?
And finally any advice you guys have.
Cheers.
I moved out when I was 19. Went to culinary school. Worked at Trader Joe's.
I moved in with a fat Mexican dude named Raul that sold ADT security system contracts in a bad part of L.A. I paid something like $400/month rent and lived on a mattress with no frame or proper bedding. My first meal in L.A. was at a Yoshinoya where I frequently ate. I had no friends or contacts, had no goddamn clue what I was doing. Drove a beat up '93 Buick LeSabre.
I did that for roughly the next 10 years, each move improved my situation (and cars) somewhat. Sometimes living with a girl, sometimes not. Went deeply into debt several times.
There was a brief period where I was sleeping on a friend's couch (actually I brought the couch and just left it at their apartment) for $50/month but the couch had some sort of disease that would make your skin itch uncontrollably and all my buddies there would be up until 5am taking hallucinogens and playing NES while I had to wake up and work at a deli in Malibu at 7am. I couldn't take it anymore so I moved in with my mom for a couple months before getting into huge blowout fights with her and finally got a better job at a high end resort cooking really good food and could afford my own studio, albeit one that had mold contamination and was infested with fleas due to some crazy bitch in the complex that insisted on feeding pigeons which attracted the fleas. Anytime I wanted to have a girl over I had to bomb the apartment with RAID, god knows what all those chemicals did to my immune system.
It's important to struggle. This trend of waiting to move out is horseshit. I've been working since i was 15, at jobs where I was completely miserable, in order to pay my own way through life even though I grew up decidedly middle class. Doing those things builds character and teaches you lessons beyond just earning a paycheck.
Don't wait to move out. Just fucking do it. Get a dead end job flipping burgers and stay in a 2 bedroom apartment with 3 roommates. If you're young, it could be the time of your life. Some of my happiest moments in life were being in my early 20s, broke, no girlfriend, living with a bunch of dudes and partying our asses off. Fuck comfort, go roll around in the mud.
I'm 35 now and own a house and manage 60 employees, many of whom I help with their own struggles. I've got a 17 year old cook right now that reminds me a lot of myself at that age, and I feel good knowing I can set him up on a successful path to avoid a lot of the mistakes and struggles I went through.
All that said, seeing as how I feel like I've "made it" to some extent, I would have no problem asking my dad to crash at his place for a few months if I needed to relocate or go through some logistical shit to rent my house out.