So, my boyfriend and I have decided to move 3,000 miles away to Virginia. The first time we are moving out from our parent's homes. I am excited but nervous. We're just going to fix my car (minor fixes as far as I know) and pack what we can and drive and camp our way there. We'll have two roommates, one of which is a long term friend and her boyfriend who is moving in sometime in January from the UK.

Do any of you have stories to share of your first experience of moving out and on your own? If not, how do you imagine it would be like? (Like college into a dorm or with roommates). :)

My first move-out experience was actually surprisingly similar. ...Though I hope yours turns out better than mine. D=

I moved from eastern Ontario to central BC (over 3000km) in order to be with my boyfriend at the time. I was 18, but he was younger than me; so he was still in his last year of high school when his parents decided to retire and move across the country. He had to go with them, and I chose to follow rather than end the relationship/try and do a long-distance thing.

Aaand I absolutely hated it. I went from one of the largest cities in the country (city girl here) to rural butt-fuck nowhere town, where the only people I knew was my now-ex and his parents. I worked a shitty job and had an even shittier apartment, and I was miserable.

Somehow I managed to last a year there; but when he graduated I told him I couldn't stay a minute longer and we moved back to our hometown (his folks stayed, though). We eventually broke up for unrelated reasons some years later, but that's another story.

Now I have firmly planted roots in my lovely city, and I refuse to move away ever again. =3

Isn't that approx. coast to coast across the USA?

First time moving out from family was to university. It was alright, missed being away from my mum at first but after several months I grew to love living alone (well, shared hallways/kitchens!).

Then I lived with uni friends, which was ok, but they were slightly inconsiderate. Then with a load of random Czech blokes, and now with some other guys I'd never met previously. I lucked out, in that all of them were very clean and nice. People I live with now are great - in a relationship with one, the rest are considerate and kind.

It's at the point where I'd detest having to move back in with family... and I used to be very attached to them!