$30K!?!? More details please! This sounds amazing!!
I wish it was an amazing story, but it was just a bunch of hooligans that decided to trash my folks beautiful home. A lot of nice aboriginal art was ruined, a tank of salt water fish was poisoned, stuff was stolen, lots of things were broken my mothers grand piano was badly damaged.
Part of the reason my dad asked me back, was because he starting hearing what really happened, and how it was originally supposed to be just some good hockey buddies, and somehow it got out of control. I started chasing people out of the house swinging a garden shovel. I got my ass absolutely handed to me as well, when I got ganged up on by 4 guys, and beat the crap out of me. It was a horrible night, and I still feel like an ass for it. To this day my mother is crushed that half of my baby pictures were destroyed.
It always seemed fun when we would crash peoples houses when their parents were out of town, when it happened to me, it was probably the single most shameful thing in my life, being responsible for destroying a big part of something my parents worked so hard for. I didn't blame my dad for a second when I got kicked out when they got back from vacation. In fact I was already packed, as I expected the heave ho.
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I wish it was an amazing story, but it was just a bunch of hooligans that decided to trash my folks beautiful home. A lot of nice aboriginal art was ruined, a tank of salt water fish was poisoned, stuff was stolen, lots of things were broken my mothers grand piano was badly damaged.
Part of the reason my dad asked me back, was because he starting hearing what really happened, and how it was originally supposed to be just some good hockey buddies, and somehow it got out of control. I started chasing people out of the house swinging a garden shovel. I got my ass absolutely handed to me as well, when I got ganged up on by 4 guys, and beat the crap out of me. It was a horrible night, and I still feel like an ass for it. To this day my mother is crushed that half of my baby pictures were destroyed.
It always seemed fun when we would crash peoples houses when their parents were out of town, when it happened to me, it was probably the single most shameful thing in my life, being responsible for destroying a big part of something my parents worked so hard for. I didn't blame my dad for a second when I got kicked out when they got back from vacation. In fact I was already packed, as I expected the heave ho.
Off topic but I know what your talking about.
During the 80's this was very common. An address would be passed around and all #### would break loose. The worst I was at there had to be 200 people filling the house and the lawn. My girlfriend at the time was to scared to venture in so we stayed in my buddies car watching it all unfold. The police came and when the crowd wouldn't disperse the Fire departement came and hosed down everyone out front. Things cleared up pretty quick after that.
One time my parents were out of town and I had a few friends over. Pretty soon random strangers started knocking on the door. I knew the signs and got everyone out ASAP. Turned off all the lights and went to some other party. Nasty times back then.
On topic.
I moved out when I was 24 after completing SAIT. Never been back
Seems a lot moved out and back once or twice. Weird.
And in every case it seems to be because of university (I did the same thing). That's what happens when tuition + books = $9000/yr, and you'll only have time to work part time at best for 8 months a year (if you're sane anyway).
I did the same, moved out at 22, then came back at 24 for a couple years when I went back to school. Moving from living right on the water on Vancouver Island to my parents' basement in Edmonton, that's a fun move..
22, finished college in Brandon MB and moved to Calgary for my internship. Spent 1 year in Calgary, moved to Banff for a year and then back to Calgary. Been here every since and just bought a townhome, so I'll be here a while yet
The main factor in staying till 22 was to pay for school, didn't want to take on a student loan so I went with the cheap option and it was definitely the right choice. As a result of staying with the parents I was 100% debt free until I took out my mortgage this year.
So kids, don't take on a mountain of student loans if you can avoid it. Yes living with your buddy & playing GTA4 every night will be more fun than living with the parents, but it's not worth an extra $12,000 a year in debt.
First time moving out I was 22 to Ottawa after graduation. And thanks to Nortel I was laid off 8 months into my "dream job" and had 4 months of the lease that I couldn't get out of. Then I was "forced" to move back to Calgary and stayed with my parents due to financial commitments. They allowed me to stay almost rent free ($700/mth including everything like food!) until I was 28 when I got rid of my student loan and saved up a sizable down payment for my own condo.
I am very grateful that my parents had helped me through the "lean years" and allowed me to get my feet back on the ground. It was very stressful to lose your job only a few months in at the start of your professional career.
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Moved away for the first time to travel at 23. Came home two years later and stayed with my folks again until I saved enough to get my own place this year.
It was hard getting used to living at home again but I was also very grateful that I had that option. Also glad to read that other posters have similar experiences and that their families too, were open to them coming back. With Thanksgiving around the corner, I'm very appreciative of what my folks have done for me. .
18. Can't imagine living with either of them at age 24!
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And in every case it seems to be because of university (I did the same thing). That's what happens when tuition + books = $9000/yr, and you'll only have time to work part time at best for 8 months a year (if you're sane anyway).
I did the same, moved out at 22, then came back at 24 for a couple years when I went back to school. Moving from living right on the water on Vancouver Island to my parents' basement in Edmonton, that's a fun move..
No, I get it that it's difficult. I worked part-time through my entire time at University and more in the summers and never had to go back home. Paid off my student loans on my own and everything.
Spring of 1983...I'd been back home from a first semester, failed "University" experiment, for about 5 months at the time...18 going on 19. Came home from work and there were all of the "seedlings" in peat pots, which I put up on the window ledge (behind the closed curtains) each day, sitting on the bed.
The "suitcase" was also sitting on the bed...the message couldn't have been any clearer.
Lived in a tent...in May...in Cold Lake for a few days, then moved in with a couple of guys I worked with when it became obvious that "they" weren't kidding this time.
Went back once (briefly) when I was 23...
...the folks and I laugh about it now, but it was a real "sink or swim" moment in my life.
No, I get it that it's difficult. I worked part-time through my entire time at University and more in the summers and never had to go back home. Paid off my student loans on my own and everything.
Good work, ya I had friends doing that. I just didn't wanna have to take out $40K+ in student loans like they did. I moved out again after my sophomore year and had to take on some debt, but at least it was under half what they did. Helped lighten the load anyway. I have zero regrets about it.
I moved out when I was 18 to go to University (back then it was a Polytechnic) in Yorkshire. It happened really fast when I got accepted over the phone on a Wednesday and was then driving off to catch the ferry with a friend to England on Sunday the following week.
I'd never been to England before. When I got there I just sat down on my bed and felt so empty and lonely - I was completely unprepared. To make matters worse, I was on a course I had no interest in and was never going to pass. I just got drunk and stoned for a year and hardly turned up to my course. There were some elements of the course I liked, so I turned up to them. The head of the course whose subjects I was failing miserably said towards the end of the year, that is if I did well in the subjects I was attending, he'd recommend me for the course I wanted to do in the first place.
I did, and the following year, I got on the course I wanted. He did not have to do that - especially as I was really taking the piss on his modules. But he did, and I'll never forget him and what he did for me. If it were not for him, I'd be back living at home at 19 and a failure with no prospects.
When I went back, my second year away from home, I was better prepared for life and the course. I had a lot of fun and got the balance right between fun and work.
for a few days, then moved in with a couple of guys I worked with when it became obvious that "they" weren't kidding this time.
