The boy wants his own place desperately, but there are still pieces of the equation he's struggling with.
He'll get there eventually, and I will celebrate his "independence" while missing him horribly I imagine.
Right now it's just one day at a time.
I like the use of the phrase, "celebrate his independence," because we ultimately have to do that, each of us.
My dad did that for me, by basically kicking me out. I had already been on my own for a few years, hitched up with a girl, then married her, got a divorce, then stayed out on my own. My business had grown to the point that I was always gone and keeping an apartment to stay in for a few days a month was just stupid. I moved back into my old bedroom at my parent's house. I then helped my dad set up his new shop, built everything inside, stayed for about a year, because "he needed me."
Then he told me to just go, move to San Antonio, follow your interests. Make your own way. I stuck around a while, missing some opportunities, until he told me he was going to fire me.
Of course he was just trying to help me try out my wings, again.
My dad was awesome!