I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
My mom kicked me out when I was 17. She wasn’t mad exactly just had a lot to deal with. My dad had died the year before and she had 3 other kids to deal with and I guess figured I’d land on my feet. That took several years, lol but a satisfying arc I suppose, from desperately poor to quite comfortable. I am in the same city still, in a part of town I like more.
My kids, I let them stay until they want to leave, if there’s room. Between me & my husband we have so many but only 2 left at home, plus a girlfriend of one of them. The couple plans to move into their own place in the summer (we are in winter now) then we will be down to one.