How old were you when you moved out of your parents’ house and why did you?

[Junaluma]

I was 25. I lived at home during university but I met my then DP while I was at university. I guess I moved out as I wanted to start a life with my now DH! Still see my parents on once a month or so.

What about everyone else?

18 to go to University. I went back in holidays and for 6 months after graduating until I found a job and moved away again. So I permanently moved out when I was 22.

I went to uni at 18 but came home for the holidays. I was 22 when I graduated (4 year course), got a job and moved into a shared flat.

18 to live and work elsewhere

22 when I bought a house with now DH.

Am hoping my DC move out at a similar age!!

I think I was about 24. I moved into a shared house. I sort of didn't get on with my mum. I loved her but needed some space. I bought a house a few years later.

17 because I had a bit of an adventurous spirit I suppose and went to work abroad.

Also I loved my parents but they didn’t like each other so it wasn’t a particularly pleasant place to be.

I was 18, didn't get on with parents DH left home at 16 for the same reason, this was in the 70s though when it was usual to start full time work at 16

12 for boarding school, but that doesn't really count.
21, post university, for work.

57, now back home 2 nights a fortnight for caring.

I was 23. had come back from travelling for a year. My dad had re married (mom died a few years before). Didn't like the area was a bit isolated. Stepmom was ok but decided move to a shared house.

Came back after uni at 21 then left again at 24 when I bought a house. Have been back for a year in my late 20s following a relationship breakdown, and my house was rented out. I would always be welcomed back if needed but hopefully that'll never be necessary!

This is just awful, some people shouldn't be 'parents'. How anyone could do that to their 16 Yr old is beyond me.
I hope your life has Improved dramatically.

At 19, DMs husband didn't want me there. He waited until I was 17 before he and DM moved in together expecting me and my DB to leave soon after but needed us there to get a council house.
Wanted her but not her baggage.

21. Stayed at home for uni, then got a job in another city.

Apart from a short stay at home in between tendencies and a slightly longer stay with my DF (after my DPs divorced) I continued to live away. I was always close to my DF and saw or spoke to him frequently. After my DPs divorced my DM stopped bothering at all. But then my only reason for existence was because my DF wanted me.

I was 21.
My parents had moved out of the city to renovate and convert a barn in a semi rural area 25 miles from where I grew up and had a social life; and where DF, DB and I worked. Commuting in my DF's work van especially in winter was awful. I ended up sofa surfing with friends and extended family so saved up £600 and bought a house near work in my home city. Best thing I ever did and amazing to think that was possible then (1982).
Edit to add: at the barn conversion we were living in a caravan with no running water or mains drainage. My parents carried on living in it for another 9 years.

18 went to uni. It was the right time

Left home at 20 as got married, returned home briefly at 23 as marriage ended, bought a flat and moved there - this was early 80s very doable then on the average salary at the time.

I had just turned 16 when my mum kicked me out, as she later did with all of my siblings.
She seems to think that parenting duties end then. I wasn't a bad kid, she just feels that sink or swim is the way to become an adult. I begged her to let me stay and she said no. She then claimed the possessions I couldn't take with me as her own.

I moved into an awful shared house and had a few difficult months juggling everything and trying to survive. Luckily I managed it much better than some of my siblings. I then moved 100 miles away to get some distance and start a new life.

Although it was so difficult, it was a blessing because home was toxic, my mum and stepdad hated each other and the atmosphere was just awful most of the time.

My children are all older than I was then and are all still living at home, my oldest is 23 and came back after uni to save for a house. I wanted to create an environment that they felt safe in and it feels like I have managed it.

16

My parents made decisions that did not include me or any of their children so I had to leave and very reluctantly leave my younger siblings with them.
I moved in with a grandparent who was extremely poor so I had to get a job immediately to pay my own way.

I had 2 bin bags of belongings. It was extremely traumatic but at the same time a relief to get out of the home situation which was toxic.
Took me years to recover.

18 when I left for Uni, and apart from Uni holidays and a few weeks when I was between jobs and had just split up with my bf, I've never moved back.
I do now live 10 minutes drive from my mum so I see her regularly.

My sister was physically and emotionally abusive.

My parents were crap at dealing with it. I was the oldest (albeit smaller) and they thought because I was passive I should just deal with it.

I needed to get out of there so went to live and work abroad!

18, for university. Couldn't wait. Afterwards I travelled for a bit then got a house share. I didn't have a bad childhood or anything I was just ready to do my own thing.

Left at 18 for uni but went back in the hols and then left properly a few months after graduating.

stayed there temporarily a few times when between houses etc

@BadPeopleFan

Thanks, that's kind. Oddly enough it didn't properly hurt me until I became a parent myself. Funny isn't it?

27, I think (am 42 now). I moved away for University but went home again after.

I paid really minimal, token rent and saved really hard...then bought my first house with my now husband. We'd been together quite a while by this point.

All my friends did similar and I think that's the crux of how we are all homeowners and financially settled now. I can't understand why so many people on here seem so anti their adult children living at home, when they could be saving a house deposit instead of paying rent elsewhere. And as much as I would have loved to live with my now husband earlier, it would have been short-sighted to do this.

Having read this thread though, I can absolutely appreciate how fortunate I was to have loving parents and stability and it's a real eye opener re my privilege.