Moving out

Last week I made a joke to mum that I was thinking of moving out and getting my own place. While it was a joke, ever since, I've been seriously thinking about it. I feel as every day that passes I feel more and more restricted living here- when mum's around I don't really feel I have much personal space, whenever I have something delivered to the house, or want to go somewhere or do something I feel as if she's poking her nose in and wanting to know everything and I don't have any privacy (and if I do buy a fursuit or go to Confuzzled and/or Eurofurence next year, there's no way she won't try and ask as many questions as she can). I know she means well, but as an adult, I don't really want it. Also, I don't feel as if I want to be stuck dependant on other people for the rest of my life either.

My biggest concerns though are- can I look after myself? And will I get depressed and miserable living by myself? And will I be shoved in some awful council house or flat in the middle of one of the many chav areas round here? And where the hell do I find the money for furniture and appliances and other things you need? It is something I need to think about, especially as I'm at the stage where I feel I'm finally starting to buld my own life, but being stuck here will be holding me back.