OT leaving home

At least two that I know about.

 

On Sat, 23 Jun 2007 14:59:42 +0100, Paul Corfield

snip, thanks for all the above, that's the sort of ideal leaving home
thing.

He doesn't know how much this has phased me. I'm fairly unmaternal
usually, this really has side swiped me. We've got tomorrow together
going to see Aerosmith et al, so I'll wait and see if he brings it up
again.

Oh yes. He's relatively independent already, this is just a year
sooner than I expected.

Agreed, I don't do clingy or emotional black mail. Well, I'm a woman
so I suppose I must do it at least some of the time, but I'm aware if
I am and what the consequences are

 

You are so sweet at times, in an over indulgence in sugar until you
vomit kind of way. When I left home around the same age I took a vast
pile of cuddly toys which I kept dropping and having to go back for.
They had to come and bring me back and followed the piles of stuffing
round the corner to where I was hiding.

Exactly.

 

After the second year of my 4 year uni sandwich course (so being paid
and just received a large increase for passing second year exams). Got
married and moved in to a rented flat. What I call my 'previous
existence'. Oh, and before you ask, no she wasn't pregnant.

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It's not high on the list of priorities for some 40 somethings...

 

Been there, done that, paid the price.

 

Mine was done in stages

Stage 1: Arrived home one day (Nov 1985) with SWMBO sporting small
shiny rock on finger - did not go down well with my mother.

Stage 2: SWMBO announced she had booked the church.

Stage 3: SWMBO and I bought furniture.

Stage 4: We bought a house - mother most unamused.

Stage 4: We acquired a kitten

Stage 5: because of kitten we had to both move out of parents house
into our house - did not go down well with either set of parents.

Stage 6: Got married (26/7/1986), so the parents could go get fucked.

Quite simple really, although my mother has never really got over it.




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Although a right PITA this must also be a source of extreme worry for
you.



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FWIW, I went off to Uni in Canberra, 700 miles from home. Living
in a catered hall of residence though. Took me a while to get used to inside
loos...

Lived there through both degrees, but the last year or two the
hall went self-catering. Being as I was the first boy in NSW to take Home
Economics at High School and could cook a better sponge cake (not to
mention meringues) than my mother, this wasn't a great hardship.

Used to go back for holidays, but increasingly rarely. Especially
when I was doing my PhD I preferred Canberra's 42 C/0% relative humidity
to Byron Bay's 32 C/100% RH. The Hall usually closed down for the summer
holidays, so I spent several summers in University House which was a big
club for staff and postgrads (there was a degree requirement that you lived
within x miles (25?) of UH).

When I went to Adelaide, I was again in a catered Postgrad College
(but we fended for ourselves at the weekends); Antarctica was similar to a
catered college, but with a few episodes (one week in ~30, so I guess I did
it twice) of being the cook's "slushy" for a week, then cooking for the base
on Sunday so the cook could take the day off. For the remaining 6 months
of my contract I was again in the PG college. First 2 months of my next job
at AAEC I lived in their hostel while I looked for a place to buy, so it
wasn't until I was pushing 30 that I ended up in a place of my own.

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Life's too short, etc.
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Heh! The first-year intake the year that Garran Hall went self-
catering were a sink-or-swim crowd. I remember in the first week or so
walking down the corridor between the storage/worktop areas and the
stoves/sinks and seeing one poor guy looking bemusedly between a
can-opener in one hand and a tin of beans in the other. As a subwarden I
stepped in and showed him how to mate the two so that the contents of the
tin became available for eating.

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Your names's not Lady Nina DeLarge by any chance? ...and your son Alex?

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I moved out aged 20 - from South Africa to the UK. It was reasonably
impulsive.

My parents had just built themselves a house, in which they went to
loads of trouble to put in a room for me (which was and remains
lovely) and then 4 months after moving in I told them I was going to
give the UK a go [1]. They were supportive, though I think not overly
impressed as they moved OUT of the UK and couldn't understand why
anyone would want to move there[2]

Some people I was working with at the time were moving over as well,
so we all got a house together in Wood Green [3]. That was probably
the biggest mistake - I was far too trusting, open and honest at that
stage and people took advantage <shrug>. It actually would have been
better to have struck out on my own, however I wasn't confident enough
for that at the time. I would do that differently. I also wish I had
more appreciation for the value of money and had kept my prinicples
about credit cards - I've only JUST got rid of certain debts that
originated around then - bloody banks make it far too easy for young
people to get money they shouldn't really have until they understand
the implications. Still - a good life lesson.

Once I got a place with my brother things got a lot better.

I miss my parents more as each year goes by, however that's not the
comfort thing - it's the fact that I value the conversation, views and
unconditional (if argumentative) support. I only realised AFTER I
moved out how much I under appreciated them. It's also the realisation
they're getting older and that I don't know how many more times I'll
see them or be able to do the things we always did.

So I would say, I don't regret it, however I wish I'd been more
finiancially savvy at the early stages. Other than that, glad I did it
and glad my parents let me - I know it upset my Mum, but she still let
me go.

[1] contract rates for the IT work I was doing meant I would earn in
two weeks what I was earning in SA in a year.
[2] I see their point now. It's one of the reasons I love where I am
now - it's MUCH nearer what I imagined the UK would be - still
changing though and nothing last forever sadly. It is highly unlikely
I would ever by choice move back to the UK[4]
[3] What an experience -> Wood Green -> Marylebone -> Windsor ->
Didcot -> Tax haven.
[4] it's only 90 odd miles, however it really does seem like another
world sometimes.

 

Why must it?

It might be a source of extreme worry for you, but that doesn't mean
it has to be for others.

 

Moved out 22 to have more shagging time with then-bint. Moved back a year
later, and then out to Largs (of all fucking places) to work. Moved back
for three months just before coming to France, and then it was here.
Financially it was hard, especially here, but the words of a Buckfast
drinker rang in my ears: 'you'll be back in Scotland within six months'.
I've proved the piece of shit wrong. Not that he knows it: he's too busy
in Barlinnie for his sixth shoplifting stint.

What I wish I knew then? That I should take more care of my money. I'm OK
now, but there was a time when I was on a bowl of rice every two days, and
hadn't paid my ISP for six months, and got every morning dreading that
they'd realised it, and cut me off. Paradoxically, I now earn a 1/3 of
what I was earning

D.

 

Although a right PITA this must also be a source of extreme worry for
you.[/QUOTE]

It was at the time. I went through hell for a while. I never heard from
her for years. I kept expecting to see her on America's Most wanted or
the FBI top 10 list. she found her way as it were and now has a steady
job, has a son and seems very happy with her lot. She wanted to do
things her way, not mine.

 

Coz I was her dad. dad's are supposed to be concerned about their spawn
even though they are acting like little shits at the time. In truth I
was for a while. I finally figured out worry did nothing but cause me
grief and so I adopted the GAF attitude.

 

Full of uppity kaffirs.
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IME General Studies was specifically discounted as it was generally
worth F.A.

 

Err can't you cook? God help you if your metabolism changes from
keeping you slim to deciding it needs to store all those lovely excess
calories.