I was a post-grad slacker living with my Dad in suburban purgatory for the first third of my twenties. I was ready to let my life slide on byā ālifeā as such, in my estimation, being more of a mild affliction or some sort of spectacle to think big about or talk big about but not really do anything about. And then, suddenlyā my father & I got evicted. I got thrown into adulthood without really much warning at all. Stayed with my grandparents on a mattress in their living room; got a miserable job in the big city ā¢ļø & saved up for a few months. A friend was looking for a roommate to move into a house with her and some others. I took her up on it without hesitation.
I have no advice. If my father had been more fiscally responsible, It would be 2 years later & Iād still be gooning my life away in suburbia. No job, no prospects, my life just continuing and continuing and continuing and continuing and continuing and continuing. Looking down the barrel of 30 with my dick in my hand, soft & spent. I know a lot of guys like that. Theyāre real, it can happen to you. I was almost him.
I guess just know thereās no āidealā move. either do it or donāt. Youāll figure it out whether youāre ready or not.
God stepped in for me & forced me into adulthood. But He might be ignoring you for now, so if thatās the case just get a miserable job and save up first months rent & suffer until you realize that youāre pretty happy.