I moved to my mothers right after and lived there for about 4 months, started going out and meeting people online (I hadn't been with a guy in any way yet, not even as a teen) until I met my first bf. Oddly we were together for a month before I moved in with him, and it lasted three very tumultuous years. It was my first, I probably wasn't ready for it and unfortunately the relationship suffered from what can best be described as timing. It was pretty intense. I hurt him heaps.

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If I thought my first was intense, my second was far worse.
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we "met" Halloween 2000 and split February 2003
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The saddest part is how close he came to my family and children. (My first bf never got the chance to spend time with them, the separation from my ex-wife was new, there were hostilities, homophobia, she was threatening me should the kids be around "those type" of people (and I fell for it, I was so stupid)). Anyway ... it ended, I still have a place in my heart with his name on it and I know he does as well. We managed to have a couple conversations alone in a bar recently and (as alcohol was involved) got a lot off our chests. It was a positive thing we both needed to do. He seems to be doing very well these days which makes me very happy.
So I've been single since February of 2003. It is the first time I have been alone in my life. I went from parents to wife (at 21), wife back to parents, parents to my first bf (3 years live in), first to 2nd bf (2 1/2 years live in) and then finally single alone me. I had to adapt to a lot of new things, especially cooking and cleaning by myself yikes! You can't exactly call me a homemaker but I think I have learned a great deal living alone. Of course I do have a friend who I am quite close to who I spend time with (completely platonic since day one). He has filled a lot of the void, and I suppose since he is single as well I have filled voids in his own life (and protected him from the money grubbing users he has historically fallen prey to).