"Flew the coop" when I was 20. Haven't looked back since. Had a few trouble spots over the years in which my parents have helped. Within the past few years, their help has decreased and I've been able to maintain my life and support myself.
I don't want to go back there unless something catastrophic happens and I need to be closer to them.
Plus, it feels weird when I visit my parents and I am a "guest" in the same room that used to be mine. Just a strange, nearly creepy feeling.
