did u think u knew it all until that very day u had to do stuff on your own.... but then screwed so much of it up???

did u think u were all that until u got to give it a try????

my eldest cant wait 2 leave home, she reminds me of me

i stuffed up so many things, washing clothes, cleaning, money management , shopping, so many things because i just didnt know!!!

i often think it would do her a world of good to get out there n see 4 her self!!!!!

c if she can cope with stuff like when i first moved into my own place and freaked out over a massive spider, i was so scared i ran next door and made this poor old man jump out of bed to kill it - but when he got there it was already dead, he said it looked like it was dead 4 a month

kids right!?!?!?!? so anyway how was it 4 u when u first left home???? what were some crazy things that happemed 2 u????

I moved out when I was 18 and shared an apartment with two others.

I knew how to cook, clean etc. My house mates however, not so much.

The very first day of me moving into that apartment, it was so fucking dirty that I spent hours cleaning it. My house mates came in late that night. And they seriously thought they were in the wrong apartment.

Their cooking skills were awful, so whenever we did eat together, I cooked.

After two years I left that apartment and shared another one with a fellow student.

She wanted to be in charge of paying the bills. Which was cool with me, except she never paid them on time. We got cut off from power and gas a few times, and we were nearly evicted from our apartment because she did not pay the rent.

Besides forgetting to pay the bills, she suffered from depressions and she had the worst and longest lasting periods in existence.

I often came home from university to find she had kicked a big hole in the fridge, or smashed plates, cups etc. She would also occupy the toilet for at least an hour and a half per session

She had a cat, which, when in heat responded to my voice very strongly and did everything she could to snatch my underwear, trousers, shirts.

Ahh..the memories

I wasnt good at all with money, but kept the place clean and I knew how to cook... The bitches I lived with one the other had.... Straight up BITCHES! I met my husband by then and after i moved out of that apartment, I moved in with him... And here I sit 27 years later, STILLLLL living with him... (will be married 25 years this may!)

Oh, i forgot a story!

I was at a my friends apartment one day, and we heard the tornado sirens! I am a storm FREAK.... hate them... Anyway, I was so freaked out I made Julie run down to her brothers,m who rented a house down the street,,, he wasnt home so we broke in, ran into the basement and pulled mattresses over our heads... I then called my Dad crying cuz I was scared... He lived 30 miles away...

Well, I certainly didn’t know then what I know now. I wouldn’t call myself super street-wise or anything. Actually, I was a fairly sheltered girl from the suburbs moving to the big city.

But I did pretty well. I lived in dorms at 18 and moved out on my own at 19. I paid rent and bills (mostly) on time, cooked, cleaned, etc. I knew how to stretch my money and went without eating to get luxuries (like paying to get my hair done) sometimes.

I didn’t find living on my own that difficult, really.

I was used to being alone (and liked it) between the ages of 10 to 14. Then my mother moved to another country and I moved in with my father, but moved to the basement of the house (I had my own bathroom, kitchen, studio and bedroom), so I kinda learned how to take care of myself.

Moving out was just a natural step and no big deal. I like my dad and get along with him well (and I still sleep at home from time to time), but I just don't really "live" there anymore.

I was not terrified when I moved out and everything is still running quite smoothly. I can cook a bit, I wash my dishes, I clean, I wash my clothes (although I sometimes let my dad and his girlfriend help me with the laundry, because it's so time-consuming) and I hardly ever need financial help from my father.

I'm very close to being completely independent and I like it.

i left home when i was ten

i got my first house when i was fifteen

but i spent most of my life on the road

i should have never bothered with the

houses, until later in life...

I got my first rental contract the year I turned 19 but since I was going to do military service, I rented it out (for a year) before I'd even moved in. Little did I know that I would only stay in the military for ten days before getting so sick of it that I managed to find a way out. So then, since I had signed a contract with my tenants, I had to keep living with my parents for a year before I could finally move in.

I remember being very happy with the apartment. It was centrally located and had quite a lot of space. I was never that keen on cooking (I'm still not) but managed ok, and I didn't have any trouble getting into the habit of planning my economy or cleaning. I really hated washing dishes though, and would sometimes let them pile up for a whole week.

All in all it was a great experience and I loved the independence.

KingBAD said:

i left home when i was ten

i got my first house when i was fifteen

but i spent most of my life on the road

i should have never bothered with the

houses, until later in life...

You bought a house at age 15?

Left home at 17 moved in with my cousin. lived with her for a year.. hated it. moved into my own place. stayed there for four years, was terrible with money.. moving back home in a week

I moved into my first apartment when I was 18 by myself. It was a small apartment in which the kitchen took up one small wall. What sold me on the place was the bathroom was completely separate from the bedroom which was hard to find in a one bedroom apartment at the time.

I knew how to cook and how to clean for the most part, although I was kind of slobby. The one thing I did not know how to do when I moved out was do laundry. My mom never taught me growing up. She had to come over to my apartment and teach me.

Sometimes I still miss my first place and the simpler times I lived in. And I wish I would have known more about how to create storage. I could have totally pimped out that apartment for a small amount of money.

I lived in my sorority house in college. No way that could be considered "my own place" - since we had a maid that cleaned the common areas (our rooms were our own responsibility) and a cook. Outside of a telephone, I didn't pay monthly rent (it was per semester) or any other bills.

I moved back home for two years after college. I had a good job but was hardly ever home, so my parents' deal for me living there was that I had to give them a certain amount of money each month that my mother put into a savings account. That way, when I did move out, I had enough money to pay a security deposit and buy furniture and household goods (linens and kitchen stuff).

I lost my job and had to move back home briefly a year later, but after that was on my own permanently. And except for 10 months when I shared an apartment with my sister (which was a nightmare), I lived by myself.

I did okay. After I graduated from college, I got a job at a production company the very next fall, then got my own place. It worked out pretty okay. But then it was a high rise apartment so there was scheduled maintenance & nothing for me to figure out really, rather than just pay the bills on time.

retina said:

KingBAD said:

i left home when i was ten

i got my first house when i was fifteen

but i spent most of my life on the road

i should have never bothered with the

houses, until later in life...

You bought a house at age 15?

my first...

KingBAD said:

retina said:

You bought a house at age 15?

my first...

Where did you get the money from? And as a minor surely you wouldn't be allowed to sign contracts by yourself?

MacDaddy said:

I moved out when I was 18 and shared an apartment with two others.

I knew how to cook, clean etc. My house mates however, not so much.

The very first day of me moving into that apartment, it was so fucking dirty that I spent hours cleaning it. My house mates came in late that night. And they seriously thought they were in the wrong apartment.

Their cooking skills were awful, so whenever we did eat together, I cooked.

After two years I left that apartment and shared another one with a fellow student.

She wanted to be in charge of paying the bills. Which was cool with me, except she never paid them on time. We got cut off from power and gas a few times, and we were nearly evicted from our apartment because she did not pay the rent.

Besides forgetting to pay the bills, she suffered from depressions and she had the worst and longest lasting periods in existence.

I often came home from university to find she had kicked a big hole in the fridge, or smashed plates, cups etc. She would also occupy the toilet for at least an hour and a half per session

She had a cat, which, when in heat responded to my voice very strongly and did everything she could to snatch my underwear, trousers, shirts.

Ahh..the memories

I admire your tolerance level.

I should add – I had roommates to start out with, sometimes many. I was 27 before I could afford to live completely alone. But I think roommates are good for you.

Living alone is good for you too.

CarrieMpls said:

I think roommates are good for you.

Living alone is good for you too.

Ever the diplomat.

retina said:

CarrieMpls said:

I think roommates are good for you.

Living alone is good for you too.

Ever the diplomat.

But it’s true! I learned things from having to put up with roommates (about myself and other people) and I definitely learned things living all alone with no one else to depend on.

I moved in with a horrible girl that I hated when I was 18. I avoided her so much that all I ever cooked were cheese on toasts I don't think I messed up anything bad ever. After 18 months I moved in with a much nicer girl into a much nicer apartment. The thing I remember most from back then is being cold - these places were very poorly insulated and heated. I would watch TV wrapped in my comforter.

I moved out of my parents house when I was 21. I was truly, the first woman in my family to move out of her parents house BEFORE she got married. Big thing there.

I am an only child, and I grew up very sheltered.My parents were EXTREMELY over protective of me and were quite reluctant to let me go. They eventually did. I found myself a small little apartment close to my school, got myself my first car, etc. I've been on my own for a almost 7 months now and I'm lovin' it. I have no roomate because..well, I just enjoy my solitude.

I keep the place clean, and I cook my own food, so I rarely eat out. Although every once in a while, I do miss my parents. But that's why we have skype.

I had no clue how to take care of myself, and no real sense of feeling responsible for my own well-being.

I knew how to smoke a bowl and heat up a Stouffer's french bread pizza. That's about it!

NDRU said:

I had no clue how to take care of myself, and no real sense of feeling responsible for my own well-being.

I knew how to smoke a bowl and heat up a Stouffer's french bread pizza. That's about it!

I was 18 when I left home and I was one of those guys that spent all my money on clothes. So it was a big adjustment because i thought i could still buy all the clothes and sneakers i wanted and pay rent and buy grcocery. Imagine my when i realized i couldnt do the samethings i did under my parents roof but it took me about a year to get it together and become more resopnsible.

I still use my mom's washing machine. She lives a few blocks away.

Don't hate.

It was a pretty easy transition for me. I lived in the dorms my freshman year of college, then stayed in that city over the summer, living in an apartment with two other girls, and working as a lifeguard. I did the same my sophomore year (lived with different girls in a different apartment thought). The summer of my junior year, I lived with my parents so I could save money for my semester in France. I lived off campus in an aparment with two roommates my last semester of college. By the time I moved to Chicago after graduation, I was completely prepared and never had any real issues with budgeting or paying bills on time.

Luckily most of my roommates in college were great; my Chicago roommate was a bit more trying. When I finally moved into my own place after a few years in Chicago, it was great! I loved living by myself. My parents made sure my brother and I knew how to cook, clean, do laundry, and fix basic things as part of growing up/doing chores so I was fine. (I actually started doing my own laundry in high school because my mom would ruin a lot of my clothes in the wash!)

did anyone else put towels with blacks?

not check pockets 4 tissues?

put a red thing with the whites?

wash woolens in HOT water?

lose socks on a weekly basis?

put bleach with colours so they can b brighter?

accidently wash a phone?

or was i the only one ????????????????????????????????????

ThisOne said:

did anyone else put towels with blacks?

not check pockets 4 tissues?

put a red thing with the whites?

wash woolens in HOT water?

lose socks on a weekly basis?

put bleach with colours so they can b brighter?

accidently wash a phone?

or was i the only one ????????????????????????????????????

How dare thee?! Racist with clothes?

Tittypants said:

ThisOne said:

did anyone else put towels with blacks?

not check pockets 4 tissues?

put a red thing with the whites?

wash woolens in HOT water?

lose socks on a weekly basis?

put bleach with colours so they can b brighter?

accidently wash a phone?

or was i the only one ????????????????????????????????????

How dare thee?! Racist with clothes?

i was naive

ThisOne said:

did anyone else put towels with blacks?

not check pockets 4 tissues?

put a red thing with the whites?

wash woolens in HOT water?

lose socks on a weekly basis?

put bleach with colours so they can b brighter?

accidently wash a phone?

or was i the only one ????????????????????????????????????

when i was 9 my grandmother

put bleaca in my clothing and i

haven't let anyone do them since

except for in a professional copacity

and i'm picky about them...

but i've distryed a few sweaters in my time