There is point when it is enough. When you have to stand on your own feet. When it is time for you to leave your family home and get a place on your own. It was a few years ago when I made this decision. But rents were already through the roof back then, so I needed a roommate to be able to afford anything. I came up with the great idea to ask a long time friend of mine, who was about twenty one years back then, to move in with me. Luckily it didn’t took much to persuade him to join in, because he had exactly the same problem like I had.
After some searching – it actually was nothing but a big pain in our backsides – we found an affordable, surprisingly big place for the two of us: A room for each one, a kitchen, a big living room and a bathroom. We immediately turned it into our man cave. Or better said, into our party hub. We did what you do when you move out from home when you are in your early twenties: Lots of drinking, mixed with loud music and fucking everywhere. Luckily our neighbors were forgiving. Or never home. Or just deaf. We never had any problems with them back then. And we still have no problem with them until this day.