I moved out of my parents' age 18 to go to University at the other end of the country. Then I moved back with £20 to my name upon graduation, 3 years later.
I stayed for another 7 years, moving out in the mid-90s for my own one-bed flat (OK, apartment).
I then met the man who is now my husband in the early 2000s and moved away for what I hope is for good, almost 9 years ago. We still see as much as we can of our respective parents, although neither of us want to stay with them for more than a few days at a time.
It was hard enough moving back home after Uni, never mind if we had to contemplate it now, having owned our place for several years.
I feel for all of you and I wish you tolerance, patience, luck and happiness.