I was 19 (closer to 20) when I made the move... technically it was a 5.5hr drive (but I always made it in 4 ); I'm not sure what that translates to in miles. Now, that might not sound like THAT long of a drive but you're talking about someone who even hated to spend the night at other people's houses!

At first I LOATHED it. I was absolutely 100% completely miserable (called mom/dad more than once begging them to help me pack/haul my stuff back). Dad stood firm and told me to give it two weeks; if at the end of that time frame I was still miserable, he'd come get me.

Well, classes started and I was still pretty upset. But then, at the end of that first week, one of my professors "gave" me a horse to gentle, halter break, etc. From that point on, my PARENTS were doing the calling... I was too busy with the horse. lol

After 3 yrs, I moved back in with my parents (for many reasons, including grad school). I just completed my degree and am readily looking to get out on my own again.