Yes, but a more accurate description of my situation is that my parents and grandmother live with me.

I
Hate
Living
At home

I don't. Haven't for a long time.
Curiously, though, on a majority of the jobs I've been on, someone, at some point, has asked me that. I don't know why. Maybe I just give off that kind of vibe.

I live at home and nearly all my coworkers do also. I'm disciplined at budgeting and live a very austere life. With my surplus money I could theoretically move out and rent a studio. But I prefer living at home because I enjoy my father's company. I see a growing responsibility to help him retire also. I currently can only afford to help him retire by living with him.

I use to see living at home as a stigma. I no longer do. My Tibetan coworker said that in his country people take pride in living with their parents. You're looked upon as a good son by your whole village. I think this is a much more sane perspective. The American perspective of full frontal individualism disgusts me. We throw children to the sharks when they're 18 and expect them to half haphazardly make the right choices and then act surprised when those same children learn the best way to succeed in this society is to throw your elderly parents in an old people's dump. It's a very vicious disgusting culture.

Tibet knows what's up... too bad they're getting ass raped by china though

Me. It's not bad. An all male household. I get to play on my Xbox and GameCube in peace.

Have lived with my parents for a while when I was 28, but now I have my own apartment.

The Tibetan view is quite refreshing. An uncle of mine has been living with my granddad and cared for him when granddad grew old. I admire that.

Learning how to bear the responsibility for a household is still an important step forward, though, whether you live with your parents or not.

i do, most of the people in my class do as well (the ones who are not coming in from a long ways)

I hate it even more

I'm sick and fed up of living with my parents and my older brother (we don't get along very well at times).The problem is I have nowhere else to go.

I live at home. I'm 28. I have considered getting out soon.

kind of. I moved out to go to uni but it hasnt been working out great. At the moment i'm renting a room in a house with a bunch of guys I dont know. I could possibly get on with them but I feel awkward cos they're older than me or foreign (i never communicate well with foreigners lol, guess i dont speak clearly enough or something), so going out of my room feels a bit like entering a public space instead of a continuation of private space. In other words, I occasionaly venture out of my room for food, make food, hope I dont see others, bring food to room, eat. It's beginning to feel like a prison, I basically live in a room lol.

Sometimes when my sleep problems get the better of me and I sleep through class it can be a matter of wake up, go on comp, eat something, back to bed. If I dont go out somewhere like starbucks at least, then it feels more like existing than living. Im hoping to get a proper apartment for next year though, at least then i'll have my own living area and kitchen. It'll feel like much more freedom. Until then, I guess I should just focus on study. Physics is not an easy course, harder than I expected. With some of the modules its a struggle to pass, and i've always been that guy who has a talent for physics lol. Maths is the problem, im good at maths but to do university level maths you need to be even better than that, or suffer difficulties.

29 and currently live with parents in missouri but moved away to seattle for 4 months when i was 21 and to toronto for 8 months when i was 22

I live with my parents (I'm 25). It doesn't bother me. It seems to bother my friends though, wich is rather hypocrital as they were ALL living at home when they met their gf/bf... of course now they're all planning to be owner an shit.
That's depressing