I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
My girlfriend (now wife) got an apartment but didn’t have a bed. I had a bed, but no apartment.
The first 2 weeks were spent on an inflatable matress though. Once my parents hadn’t seen or heard from me for a week, they knew it was just a matter of time before I came home to pack up my stuff (and bed).