I'm glad it's not done that way everywhere. My parents claim that other people in the hall that we were in there looked down on me because I still lived with them even though I was entering my twenties. I don't know if that's true, but it's one of the reasons why I'm sometimes hesitant to admit that I still live at home.
Really? That's weird. One brother in our hall was living at home until he was 29..and he is greatly respected.