hey ya'll, just wanted to drop this little anecdote: I did escape and own my own apartment at one point in time. This was a few years ago. On one hand, it was so liberating and wonderful... I could paint on the kitchen floor with the lights on at 3am and no one had a problem with it. On the other hand, it was a deep financial burden.
This was back when I was just starting off and didn't have bad credit and also enjoyed family/friends giving/loaning me money to pay my bills as well as my university offering me grants and loans, the loans of which I was able to use freely to pay for my housing. I remember that time in my life so vividly. I was genuinely in love, fulfilled by this relationship, submerged in my studies, and holding it all together with two jobs, yet I was completely distraught. I will never forget the tears welling in my eyes as I solemnly counted the cash my lover/friend had offered me one night, insisting I double check the amount. I can't just disregard the many memories I have of collecting bills from my mailbox and slowly walking back to my apartment crying.
Point is, living alone, living with a roommate or family, it's all hard. Each situation has its different pains and challenges. If you live with a man/woman you love, mind, body, soul- it's different. Every sacrifice is made with conviction and trust, and every challenge is faced believing your shared love will surmount it. Honestly, I trust that love is the only thing that keeps us human beings inching along... the promise of it/ the ideal of it, or alternatively, the completing yet demanding reality of it... it's the only beautiful, abstract thing we flawed creatures can create with our emotions... and I really can't see life drawing us in, capturing us, without the allure of real love.
anyways, most people suck and some times even your own parents use you for money.