[Rain Man]

I remember the first day that I moved out of my parents' house. I moved into an apartment that was still in the same town because I was in my senior year in college and had a job offer in hand, so I felt like I could afford to throw caution to the wind and pay rent. (Don't make fun of me for waiting that long - I was poor.)

I was very excited about the move. I hauled my small amount of stuff over to the apartment somehow, spent the evening unpacking, and went to bed. It seemed like an adventure up to that point. But as I settled into bed I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I was never going to live in my parents' house again, and that my life had just changed. I'd been independent in nearly every practical respect, but for some reason sleeping elsewhere was the true signal that from that moment on I was traveling alone.