Space

Part of my sanity involves me getting some along time. Unlike some, I cannot constantly be surrounded by people or even one person. I require time to myself, even if I am doing absolutely nothing. This is particularly true after I come home from work. For about 13 hours, I am bombarded with people asking me questions and asking me to do this or that. After a long day it's nice to have no interruptions and space out.
Although with recent familial events, I have temporary lost my peace. I consider myself a fairly flexible person, but there is a limit. It's been some time since I've had real time to myself. I compensate by going out alone, just driving from one random place to the other. It's only a couple hours, but it feels amazing! But it's not quite the same as being able to sit on your own bed, in your own room, thinking about nothing and not be interrupted.
This has made the idea of moving out a more real possibility. A big reason why I am still living at home is because I want to pay off my loans as soon as possible. Also, it's sooooo close to work, I mean like 500 feet away. But in about seven months, I will pay off a big chunk of loans. I realize that my space will eventually be returned to me, but even then, this room really isn't my own. I live in my parents' house, with their rules. I don't have the freedom I experienced when I was away at college. Even though I am saving a whole lot of money by staying, can that money buy me freedom?