This is one of the things that most people my age have done, but I never had until last year. I basically went from living at home with my parents to having a roommate in college and then to living with my boyfriend, who later became my husband and then my ex-husband. Moving out was bittersweet. I was excited and happy to move on with life as a newly-single person, but I was also very depressed and angry about my marriage ending. The kids and I rented a house and we survived. There was a part of me that really needed to prove to myself that I could support myself and live alone (with the kids half the time). And I did. :D It definitely wasn’t easy and I had my fair share of depression and sadness over the past year, but I got through it and now I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Living alone for a while really made me grow up and realize that I just needed to stand on my own two feet.