18 y/o has decided the surveillance state in this house is Too Damn High and is moving out today. Two doors down. Into his friends mom’s house. Where he will pay rent for a room 1/2 the size.

I should probably take this personally but I don’t.

Kinda has me nostalgic because when I was 18 I wanted out too. And my parents were great. I just... wanted out.

That’s how I wound up living in a barn for a year.

Here’s the completely legit classic red barn (far right) I lived in if you don’t believe me (and the horses totally did hang out in the floor below me, lodging noise complaints):