Posted on 10/30/2013 12:22:29 AM PDT by jy8z
19...Army.
Moved out of my mom’s house when i was 18. I was roomates with friends and cousins who were my age. I don’t see my kids moving out of the house at 18 other than going to college.
>>For young adults who want to get out on their own and are worried about coming up with rent money, joining the military is the best way to accomplish that. <<
Have you forgot about the queers in the military these days. I’d knife the first one who made a pass at me and end up in Leavenworth for the rest of my life.
I joined the Navy in November of 1987, but had to wait until I graduated high school in June 1988 to go to boot camp. With DEP, I actually didn’t leave until Oct 12, 1988. I spent 4 years in the US Navy, moved back to the home area for a few years, went to Florida on a contract for a year, came back to the general area, and have lived here since. My mother died in 2001, right after my daughter was born. A few years ago, my dad sold his house and moved in with me and mine.
18, moved to a little place in Santa Monica with two others from my Catholic girls school.
Then we moved to a beach house in Malibu that one of their parents owned. I hated driving from Malibu to LA almost every day and moved back to LA.
Great story... I guess I never thought much about how different it was back then
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The leftist-corportate-nanny culture has essentially crippled all teens between ages 13 to 21.
They cannot make choices about their lives, they cannot work and in many cases cannot volunteer, cannot work, must stay in school/prison, must act like high achieving female cheerleaders.
When parents bring me their kid who wants to drop out and work, I encourage it. Go right ahead. There is nothing like a low paying entry level full time job and responsibilities and bills to pay to make one rethink one’s priorities.
I was 21, about to graduate from UCLA with a useless major, low self-esteem, and absolutely no clue as to what I was going to do the rest of my life. I didn’t know the ways of the world at all.
On a whim, I saw a newspaper ad for a typesetter at an ad agency. Having partially paid my way through college doing this, I decided to just drop in and see what it was about.
The last day of final exams I came home, and my stepmother told me that a guy named “Buz” from a certain company called to offer me the typesetting job.
I started the very next day. Over the summer I stayed at home to save some money. Someone called, asking me to share a two-bedroom with her. I moved out in September, and never looked back. In the meantime, my typesetting job eventually led to proofreading, copywriting & editing, and publishing.
It’s been over 30 years. Other than a brief 3 weeks, when I “moved back home” on my way to New York, I never went back to live with my family. Although my father, may he rest in peace, said that I would always have a place to come back to when the chips are down, I thank God that I never had to.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to be the case with the younger generation. Some of the women (20s) whom I’ve shared my place with seem to get discouraged or disillusioned with their jobs or lives, then go running back to Mommy and Daddy. While parents should provide a safety net, it is sad to see the lack of boundaries — or maybe a talk on the “facts of life.”
I even told the young woman living with me, “Not everyone or everything is going to be the way you’d like it to be.” (She had also gone home to her folks a few times.) She recently got engaged but seems to spend a lot of time quarreling with her fiance. I’m not sure if she has learned anything.
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It certainly did the trick with my youngest son. After two years of muddling in college, his grades took a tumble... so, we quit paying.
He stayed here at home for a little over a year, working every day at Wal-Mart. It was the BEST THING EVER for him.
After awhile, I told him... " If/when you think you want to go back? I'll pay for HALF... but, YOU'RE paying the other half".
He switched back to Computer Science, has now completed two semesters with near PERFECT grades.. and, no longer fears school. I think he's turned the corner.
The great thing was: He actually met some very supportive people at Wal-Mart. There was one elderly black gentleman in particular, that really seemed to inspire him. He kept telling him, "Son... this is not your place in life, YOU can do MORE". I owe that man a HUGE "thanks".
Was I raised in a strict household?
Let me put it this way; my faculty advisor said that I was the only person he had seen go through The Military College of South Carolina that acted like it was a party school.
18 because conditions had become such that staying was not an option.
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