I graduated college and assumed I wasn't welcome anymore by the fact that growing up it was always made clear that I was allowed to stay as long as I was in school, and that my father and I hadn't spoken in a few years at that point despite living together (mom was dead by then). Oh also the big binder of my childhood documents that appeared on a table with a note explaining what it was.

I moved in with my then fiancee and her parents in a different state. Got a job closer to home by sheer coincidence about 9 months later right as that relationship was starting to fall apart due to irreconcilable differences.