Right ?
Who the hell whose normal even THINK about living with the rents past high school ?
I moved 3000 miles away. Not that I don’t love them dearly
The east coast is just boring
I had two choices after 12th grade. Go to college (I hated school) or join the military before I got drafted. Sub choice wait get drafted and learn the jungle ways or try to get some technical training I may be able to use. Dad was 82nd airboure. Field stripping M1’s didn’t pay good in 1954. So he advised not waiting for my number to show up. Enter the USN submarine service. Staying home wasn’t an option. You don’t have to leave but you ain’t staying here we’re dads final words on the subject. Thing is I had a dad.