True story:
I still live at home. In fact, I live at home with my brother, sister, and my parents. We are living in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath basement unit in San Francisco. I share a room with my 30 year old brother. My 27 year old sister stays in my parents' room. We were immigrants in 1998 and came here with absolutely nothing.
My brother currently makes about 100k/year. My sister makes 60k/year. I make 130k/year. My parents both worked their butts off for the last 16 years at below minimum wage(paid with cash). We don't have any student/car loans. We paid everything off.
We saved and saved for 16 years. We ended up with $600k in savings.
Last month, we purchased a $1.3 million 3 unit house in San Francisco. We plan on living in one of the units, and rent the other 2 units out. After the rents and tax deductions, we pay almost nothing in mortgage.
Life was hard in the last 16 years to be honest. For a guy making $130k/year, I still lived in a room with my brother in a bunk bed. But that's what you have to do when you had nothing to begin with. I feel like I wasted a lot of my youth from age 22 to 25 because I had to live at home. But I felt like it was the right thing to do because my family is set for a very long time. I just couldn't see my family staying at our current place for so long. I could have easily rented a $2k/month apartment by myself but I wanted to save up to help buy a home for my family instead.
It's funny how people think living at home is shameful. Those people are lucky. Their parents have homes for them. And not everyone who lives at home is a loser and depends on parents. I live at home because I need to take care of my parents and family.