Yeah, the more I think about it, while I had plenty of freedom when I lived at home, I feel like there was still that “It doesn’t matter how old you are, you still have to listen to your parents about certain things” vibe going on. Obviously, under their roof, I follow their rules, but yeah, like True Grave is saying, it still took a while to break out of that shell.
For example, my mom wanted me to like, never drink alcohol, even after I turned 21, so while I lived at home, I didn’t drink. Even after I moved out, even after being half the globe away, I still didn’t drink for a long time because like, that was my Mom’s rule (and partially her irrational fear that I’ll drink so much I get alcohol poisoning and die, because she read way too many articles in the newspaper about that happening to random retarded college students with their friends)
Also, my parents are very religious, and I’m not religious at all, in fact, the older I got, the more I started to realize I didn’t need or want religion in my life (especially since in this country, very few people actually actively practice religion). However, I vacationed back home, and like, it was expected I go to church every Sunday I was there, plus on Xmas eve or whatever. And swearing NEVER happens around my folks. My dad is like “I don’t care how old you are, don’t swear in this house” It’s just another one of those things. Their place, their rules, which is fine, so even if they give me about as much independence as they can for living at home, i still would feel really caged if I had to go back to that.
Though even now, I feel like they’re judging me. I saved up a buncha money and bought a nice big TV and a new computer, and for some reason, I feel like, worried that they’re gonna tell me “YOU SHOULD SAVE YOUR MONEY AND NOT WASTE IT ON THINGS LIKE THAT”, even tho I don’t live at “home (their house)”, and am never planning on living at their house again. And even tho I have a job, and was staying with my parents on paid vacation, I felt like when I was up late playing games with my friends and acting like a neet, that they were gonna tell me to stop playing so many games, and not get home so late, to go to bed, etc. Even though they realize I’m an adult, and “let me” have certain freedoms that I didn’t really have when I was still living with them, it was hard to not feel like a 19 year old stuck at home, even when I was just temporarily there on vacation.
People always ask me when I’m gonna go back to Chicago to visit, and are surprised when I say that a year and a half after the last time I visited sounds good.
Also, like VEGA_OMEGA said, it’s not all bad living at home. You have someone to talk to. There are days when I go to work, come home, stay in my apt alone without talking to anyone for the night, and then go to sleep, wake up, go to work and repeat that till the weekend.
But having my own place with only my stuff, with the freedom of being an adult beats all right now.