I've dreamed of living alone since I was 17. I finally moved out of my mother's house when I was 22, and lived with my aunt for a few months while I got settled into LA. Then a couple months before I turned 23, I got my own apartment.
It's been a DREAM. It's to the point that even if I were to be in a committed relationship with someone, and we were to move in together, I would need my own apartment/condo somewhere that I could just hangout and relax at.