dad died when i had just turned 17, a week before matric exams
i managed to still do well enough to get into medicine, and was about half way through my 4th year (so aged 20), when i got the nudge - there was an interstate wedding, and when i arrived a day after mum to the celebrations, she announced she'd bought a unit there in melbourne (where she had lived before) and i'd have to find somewhere to live in adelaide
moved into a student share house and never looked back, not that i had any option :) , and lived on tertiary assistance for the last part of the six year course and then self funded in my first year of being a doctor - till the then still students who had replaced the original other students who'd graduated and moved on told me i wasn't home enough to be part of their clan
so i then lived briefly in the hospital at the start of my first "resident" year (appropriate i guess, but socially dismal) before i rented my own "flat" which was a beautiful bachelor pad that was really a studio apartment subdivided from a grand old adelaide house - 12 foot ceilings and open fireplace... then i ran out of job options in adelaide (rather a conservative and closed medical community for a young lair like me) and eventually applied for royal north shore, and ran away to sydney
at which stage mum vacated melbourne and got a unit in adelaide - to be nearer my sister as she got older i guess... or maybe because i wasn't still there :)
sydney has been home since 1984, and we've lived in the same house near the beach for just over quarter of a century now
ms 24 is making noises about possible cohabitation with her boyfriend, but isn't rushing to leave, and mr 15 is here for a while yet
but i can't imagine needing (or wanting) to force them out, although ms 24 was a bit horrified at being required to pay board - which doesn't cover her expenses, but was more to prove the concept of how money works
the guy in syracuse appears to have delusions of privilege...
Edited by scruffy1, 23 May 2018 - 09:56 PM.