Many people who aren't that different than me are afraid of the death of their families if they're not paying their own bills and don't have a job yet. You don't have to have a job or money just to have contingency plan for in case your parents die from old age. The key word here is social contacts. I have a few people I probably COULD live with
Hell, my brother's former wife was beaten by her parents, blatantly abused and they kicked her out, so we let he live in our house for a while. Well, I didn't, but my parents and brother did. They "didn't let me" have any say in the matter, so I had to adjust. Well, actually she did put a lot of effort into adjusting to living with her husband and my family in our house, she TRIED to be polite and well mannered, even if she did argue with her husband quite a bit. But it wasn't the END of the World for her because she had no place to live. At the time we offered her one. Till she pissed off my parents and pretty much had to live with her husband an apartment from that point on. She still does to this day.
For the unemployed, it's not the end of the world if you can't afford to buy or make payments on an apartment or house. Just find friends, relatives, and long lost relatives who love you like family the way my friends and relatives do in regards to me, and you're good to go. Fortunately I'm a good house guest, so people I know are always visiting me and welcoming me to their apartments and homes as courtesy for how well I treat them and how much I love them. I'm adopted, it's in the beginning of my life story. I know what it's like to risk being out on the street or in a bad situation if good friends and especially parents and legal guardians don't take a liking to you. I'm so used to my parent's initial decision to adopt me and take me in back in Ann Arbor Michigan when I was a newborn babe in 1983. I'm so used to growing up only remembering living with and growing up with former strangers (my adoptive parents) that I often take it for granted that I'm living where I am by chance and luck. Because some parents wanted to adopt a child, and they decided to adopt me. You never forget a beginning of your life spent that way, even long after you've moved out and become famous and rich (well, ideally anyway).
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