I'm 23 now, which makes me older than the average Londoner according to the data in the link.
I was 18. I come from a poor family and since I was little I worked and studied and sustained my family. On my eighteen-year-old birthday, I bought my first airline ticket, I defeated my fears and started a new life. One in which to work only for me, a life in which I can fulfill my dreams of career, well-being and happiness.
left at 17 to go to uni far away my mother was widowed at 42, supporting five children through uni. including me for the 1st year, then she helped with tuition - but has always been wonderfully helpful. i moved back at 25 and then she left a few yrs later with 2nd husband to go far far away 2nd husband died my junior unit then lived with my mom through university mom is turning 92 next month and now i'm looking after her in many many ways. i guess what goes around comes around. or something like that.
I'm 25 and currently living in the suburbs of Paris at my mother's place. I went away for 2 years in Lyon, 6 months in Taïwan for my studies, but I'm starting my career and it's a huge help to be able to save a lot of money, especially to travel. Also, all my long time friends from middle school and high school are still living in the area, so while I also have friends from university and business school in Paris, I don't feel an urge to move there.
"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years."--Mark Twain This was much of my experience. Out to college, home working summers, starting at 18. Then for good at 24.
I left for college at 18. It's been 3 years and I'm still having troubles. I miss my parents and my home city a lot. But i also think that if i was a boarding student in high school i would have a better time rn rather than staying at home for college.
I moved out almost immediately after high school completed, and into San Francisco with my (much older) girlfriend. So I guess I was 18 when I moved out. That's where I lost almost all of my school friends (who went off to college, while I went to work in the Silicon Valley tech industry), and got involved with a completely different social group. (SRL, Cacophony Society, and other early Burning Man people, as well as the funk-metal scene of Primus, etc.) Lori and I had an apartment in the Sunset District of SF for 2 years. Then we broke up, I moved into the Haight-Ashbury, and got another girlfriend.