A thought: Why not hang out on campus and read, meet with classmates, etc.? Though you may not be in class, nothing is keeping you from visiting friends and such, is it? Maybe once things settle a bit, catch a movie night on campus, or go to a club, or somesuch. Additionally, maybe you'd like to audit the rest of your semester with the professors you like?
I need to live at home so I can take care of the necessary things with Kaiser (university seems to think that 5 counseling sessions a year should be enough for anybody. Good job, dudes). Additional: there's no way my parents are going to pay for my rent if I'm not in school, and I don't have any friends I hang out with. I just have classmates, at this point. I'll miss them, but seriously... big freaking deal.
Further additional: my current living condition is in a little squashed-up room smaller than 80 sq. feet with a roommate who snores, sings while I'm studying, uses me as a dumpster for her romantic troubles, and leaves the overhead light on when I'm trying to sleep because she doesn't like her study lamp. She also requested an English- and French-speaking roommate so that 1. said person could edit all her papers and 2. said person could teach her French (this is what she told me the first day that we moved in together). Oh, and she takes up the entire top of our dresser with her cosmetics, leaving about 9 square inches for my glasses case and the photo of my grandfather... which she decided to cover with a painting while I was gone over spring break. This is
on top of her playing Christian hymns loudly without ever asking if it's all right (even if I'm listening to something quietly, myself). She also wakes me up the night before midterms to fix her internet connection (while refusing to let me go back to sleep) and, even when I tell her I have no time and I
will not edit any more of her horrible papers, she wheedles at me until I cave.
Oh, and when she made a video she was proud of, she tried multiple times to convince me to show it to Rosewood and my parents (what the hell...) and seems to think that "right after your roommate breaks up" is a great time to say "Oh hey there's this guy down the hall and we're just right for each other and I'm going to go to Switzerland for grad school so I can be with him." This is after she'd complained about my saying something along the lines of "I miss Rosewood" a month after her sleazy boyfriend and dumped her.
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Sorry, needed to get that off my chest. She's a pill, and I will be OVERJOYED to never have to see her again. I can't believe she's 23.