The oldest of my daughters is actively researching leaving home next month. I did the same as her at the same age, 18. She's on flatmate websites, she's making appointments, she's seeing houses. She can't wait, she's running to the future with her arms open.
I'm so proud of her. And also me: I want to lie on the floor and howl.
I have never been ready for the next step, not one time.