Of course, some parents will stop at nothing to get their kid to finally move out. ;’)
I’m one of the few who can honestly say that I didn’t move out of the house; my parents did.
Oddly, in 1971, my wife, whom I first met in 1968, was given a similar choice.
She could move to Venezuela for three years, where her father was to be Project Manager for a steel mill project; or find a place of her own.
We’ve been together since 1972.