Your first home living away from your parent(s)...what memories stand out for you?

Having to do my own laundry. What a drag.

If it wasn’t for the lack of sleep, I’d probably remember some.

It was a very happy time for me.

Worst dump ever! It had centipedes, spiders and a couple of mice. In the winter, the damp walls froze over. The landlord told me to just turn on the gas oven for heat and leave the door open. It was 3 rooms with a tiny space heater. I moved when I found a snake in the kitchen. I’m done with this place! The landlord said I was a spoiled brat.

@chyna -Was your landlord Captain Cavemen??

@chyna Or Pig Pen?

@ucme Ha ha! Or “Bugs” Bunny?

My first place living away from parents was a college dorm, 1973. There was an unwritten rule that Stairway to Heaven could be played at full volume at any time of the day or night.

Being woken up at 5 am

Trying to stretch out my anti-psychotic medication and taper off gradually. As my funding was cut off. I made a deal with the university, student loans, and Blue Cross health insurance, that my student loan would cover my $250 a month medications. They broke the deal and I was left to my own devices.

My first apartment without room mates was on a slight grade so it was not level. I had made a birch table and it had a thick coat of varnish on it. I’d get my frosty mug out of the freezer after work and if I forgot and set my beer in that mug on the table the off level would cause it to slide off the table onto the floor.

@ucme are you asking why it was a very good time? Because I was young and naive and certain that life was wonderful. I was in college & any boy my age who wasn’t was either drafted or headed to Canada. I didn’t realize that there was a huge surplus of single women in ratio to men until I got to San Francisco. Before then I assumed it was my innate charm the girls found so wonderful. I was just so lucky and happily empty headed that it was shameful. New England girls in argyle sweaters and argyle knee socks. I retain a fixation to the current day for the things, and wound up buying them for any girl I cared for or about. It was the oddest sort of thing, but girls seemed to regard me as some sort of exotic pet. Most had not one bit of romantic interest in me, and more often than not, the ones who did—I missed the signals, but God knows they all spoiled and fed me rotten.

I loved it! Brand new duplex I shared with my besty, about 5 blocks from my mom’s house and 3 blocks from her parents house. One block from our workplace.

We had lots of fun and became the party pad, since we were the first girls to move out at 17 (senior year.) I remember lots of drunk boys flirting, lots of weed and liquor. A little drama, like when we moved in a girl we felt sorry for and she stole our bill money out of our ‘bill box’. Yes, we were trusting young idiots, but we sure had a great time. And no one went to jail.

What’s this about? I don’t understand the zeal let alone the necessity for censorship on this one.

The first place I lived away from my parents was the college dorm. It was fun at first, but sharing a bathroom got old fast, and the guy in the dorm next to me would set his alarm then leave before the alarm went off so it would beep for hours. I wanted to strangle him. Mostly I liked the parties—there were some good ones, helped by having a really lenient RA. Then I lived in a house off campus with four other guys for year. That was awesome. Again, we hosted some amazing parties. That was the first time I really felt “on my own”, but when several of them decided to move into frat houses the next year, I moved into an okay apartment with my friend. Currently I live in another apartment, although it’s brand new, which is nice. Has the amenities and is right downtown. Some day I’d like to own an actual house with a yard though. That’s still in the future for me.

Cheers folks, good stuff!

My first home was a proper bachelor pad, that flat certainly saw some action lol

One of my good friends had his father die. I moved in with him and his older brother. We did good at maintaining the house and yard in good condition, but we were definitely the party house! I was 18, my friend was 19, and his brother was 23. It was fun, but we learned responsibility as well.