The whole idea of it is exciting- full of hope and promise.
You imagine how it'll be to move about the house freely without being questioned, without being asked to help with chores and without having to turn down The Real Housewives to avoid judgement.
It all seems so exciting... but then you move.
The first few days are awesome, but then the bills start coming... and they don't stop coming. Ever.
You realise having people in the house is actually kinda nice. You realise having to help with the occasional chore is SO worth it to have dinner cooked every night. You realise, $100 is literally nothing.