How old were you when you finally moved out on your own?

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22.5 I moved into a crappy appartment with an old friend in a bad neghboorhood, then about a mounth or 2 later was able to aford my own place. Today I am 25 and still doin decent.

I was almost 20 when I moved out finally and I lived on my own for 1 1/2 years before i moved to Portland and I was with my boyfriend for a month and then we moved out and I moved to live with my aunt and uncle for now. I pretty much do everything on my own. I'm just a person who rents a room.

Well, the first time I moved out was when I was 18 or 19...it was the summer..so I was either almost 19 or had already turned. I felt like I really needed some sort of rite of passage and an outlet from the very controlling relationship I was in at the time, so i moved in with two girls I worked with who were looking for a roommate...

Needless to say it was not successful. One girl was a year older than me and the other was a year younger and both had infininitely better social skills than i did...which at times meant cunning and manipulation that went over my head.(the older one liked to rummage around in my room and steal things)
To make a long story short, I was eventually asked to leave because I wasn't "Cool"...I heard later that the roommates they had after me were alot worse apparently....

Um then i sorta lived halfway between my boyfriends and my parents house for a couple of years...(i slept on the couch over there..he still lived with his mom, who was Catholic)

Then I (unclimacticly) broke up with my boyfriend of 6 years and rented a room from a lady (who was then as old as I am now)...who was an artist and a singer in a rock band and had a teenaged son and this really awesome house....but she did alot of drugs and drank alot and had horrible mood swings etc....I was asked to leave eventually...long story....

I ended up getting an apartment of my own when I was 22, going on 23.

I moved out of my parents' house at 26 (June 2000) and moved in with the father of my sons (was pregnant and didn't know it till early July with oldest and youngest wasn't around till May '03).

I'm 19 and plan to move out shortly after September 11th... I posted all over the board how and why.

Well, I don't really count college, since my parents were paying for room and board, so I guess a year ago (I'm 23 now), which is when I went to grad school and became financially independent- i.e. I have my own apartment, pay for my own rent, food, etc.

I wanted to mention though that if I end up going home to find a job after grad school, that I might live with my parents for a while. No shame in it. They'd love to have me home, and it would let me save a lot of money. I would be paying rent, but it wouldn't be as much as in a real apartment. Plus, I'm assuming I wouldn't be paying for my own food. I could pay them back by cooking and cleaning anyway. Also, if I'm able to do my 12 week externship in NY this summer, I'll live with my parents during that time as well.

I got kicked out at age 22 and lived with friends and on the street for a month before my dad asked me to come back home. He had recently re-married and she didn't like me. Probably because I reminded her of her daughter and grandson too much who also have Aspergers. They kept calling me lazy but I had tried and tried to get a job but no one would hire me because I had no experience and probably my extreme shyness and awkwardness didn't help either. I had a college degree which my dad had picked out for me and the degree was/is completely worthless.

I came back home and finally got a couple lousy jobs one working in a drycleaners where we didn't even have a bathroom to use and then I worked in a factory in the shipping dept. I also had a short temp job in a car parts factory where I was exposed to toxic chemicals. Finally at age 28 I met someone online, then in person who lived 2000 miles away. I moved to live with her and she helped me to become more independant even though she was a complete jerk looking back in retrospect. At age 29 I moved into my own studio apartment and have been here 9 years living alone. I've had several short-lived relationships in which a couple of them lived with me briefly but I was having to take care of them basically because believe it or not the Aspie was making more money than them. Oh I forgot to include 4 months after I moved here to Arizona I landed a job with a major company, benefits and everything, despite being termed a loser in the South among the employers, they seemed to want me here though. I mean they offered me a part time job, but after I accepted it they called me back asking if I would mind working full time!

I moved out when I was 18 so I could go to uni. Apart from a two month stay with my dad and a three month stay with my mum (both after uni), I haven't really lived at home since.

I moved out at the age of 24, in June this year. And let me tell you, I felt happier during the past 3 months that I felt during the past 6 years. I'm starting to forget what misery is. However, I'll never forget how much effort it took to reach the level of happiness I have today.

Age seventeen, for university life and a live-in job at a Bed & Breakfast Inn.

I moved on at 18, to college, and still fighting everyday for keeping me alive on the 'jungle of the city', ...

I left home for the first time to go to college at the age of 20, when I was a junior transfer student. From ages 20-26, I lived in the dorms or an apartment when I got my Bachelor's and Master's degrees.

Since finishing college, I have lived at home, but have my own life. I essentially have my own apartment on the second floor of my house and spend quality time with my cats.

i left at 26, and returned to my parents house 6 months later. I guess it's something about circumstance and something very personal. Even if you live in a good place, it takes a lot to figure it out.

18, I had to move out. Well I didn't have too... but living at home... I tend to get lazy about responsibility. Something about living on my own, forces me to act on my own... and I end up being more mature in general.

Unfortunately the place I was living in was sold... so I had to move back home. Where I slacked off at college, only worked about 30 hours a week even though work was right next door... and slowly became more irresponsible.

I eventually moved out again, then went back to school... got better grades... and generally feel better about myself. I'm 25.