Take a lesson here....
When I first lived on my own, I really wasn't "on my own" because I lived in a barracks filled with other men and women! Yet, it was my first time away from "home" and it was my responsibility to make a way for myself - no one was going to be my "parents" in the Army! In fact, they gave me a room, the clothes I was supposed to wear, and the job I was supposed to work. So, maybe they were a little like my "parents' after all! When I finally got married, the first thing we did was move out of the barracks and into our "own" apartment. We had very little in the way of furnishings, so we had to rent a furnished one bedroom apartment, but it was "our place". At that point, I began to feel like I had come into the place of "establishing our home". We put together some of this and that, re-commissioning wooden boxes into storage units for our clothes and the like. We visited the local thrift shops to stock our k...