living separate from parents

I have always dreamt about living along, without my parents leaving myself to my own devices. And I have never thought that in reality it is so difficult. I have never imagined that my mother does every day so many things without any help and still at the end of the day she is in the good mood ready to help us with our study or just talk to us.
Anyway, when you leave your home where everything is so dear, so habitual and aveilable every moment, you really start to appreciate the parential care. At my age my mother already had me and she was married, moreover she moved from Chelyabinsk - her native town - to Kaliningrad and lived with my father's parents, where she did all the houhold chores. And I'm astonished how she coped with all this things.
I accept leaving your parents' house like the next step of our growing up and it is so difficult to do it inwardly.