Fascinating how things change between generations. In my teen years, I couldn't wait to get my driver's license, my first job (though I'd been the yardman for much of my block since age 14), and moving out of the house. While my parents would've welcomed me back if the situation became dire, they and I all agreed getting out on my own was key to maturity. Nowadays, many teens don't care if they ever drive a vehicle, shrug at the prospect of employment and show no desire or ability to make their own way in the world. My son moved out and back to Wisconsin mere days after he graduated high school in 1996, and our daughter found herself back home twice after moving out at 19, but those stints didn't last.