That's one thing my mom used to always tell me: "When you get your own place, you're going to love it." Mom was SO right. I love having my own place. Yeah, Dad helps me by paying my rent while I look for work (though I pay all the other bills myself), but still it's MY own place. My own space. I love it.
I can eat what I want, whenever I want it, however I want it. I can have peace and not have to have someone yakking my ear off. I can come and go as I please at any time. I can sleep wherever I want. If I want to just sit around in my underwear, or heck, completely naked, I can do so without worrying what anyone else might have to say (I'm not comfortable being totally naked, but I HAVE been only in my underwear when it's been really warm). I can take as long a bath or shower as I want, and not worry about someone having to use the toilet. I can just stretch out. My only roommate is my dog, and she does her own thing most of the time. I can set something down and know it'll still be there when I get back. I don't have to share. If I don't feel like cleaning or doing laundry, I don't. If I want to just lay around all day, I can do that. I don't have to worry about anyone else's schedule if I want to do something. Whatever I buy, I don't have to share it. Everything is MINE. Best of all, no one tells me what to do. If I want to be alone, I can and not have someone in my face. Coolest thing is, if someone visiting ticks me off, I can tell THEM to leave and get out instead of being forced to be in their presence (it hasn't happened, though). I can sleep in and have peace and no one making noise to wake me up. I can do what I want and say what I want, and organize things the way I want them.
Dad even talked about buying a new house and moving me into it, along with his girlfriend, her kids, and himself. My first thought was "HE** NO!!!" I've gotten too used to having my own place and my own space to do that. I even told him so. I know I'd only end up unhappy and miserable.
Being on my own is great!! ^_^