Currently the fault that affects me the most is my lethargy. Living at home allows me to enjoy such pleasures as not having to cook or buy groceries, dedicating little attention to my finances, and barely cleaning. I have regressed right back into dependency on my parents, which is an awful feeling when comparing my life to when I was living alone.
Independence meant that I held myself accountable any time I didn't have food, or was uncomfortable living in filth. This personal accountability permeated in other aspects of my life: I took more responsibility personally, socially and at work. I was more open-minded to my own faults and flaws and was quicker to answer questions that followed, such as "Is this something I want to change about myself?" and "If so, how will I?"
Just as accountability in my day-to-day life permeated, so does lethargy. I am more closed-minded to my faults. I get hung up on complaints longer. I solve less, opting to ignore. I've become less mature as a result, and I hate it.
Yet despite knowing this, I don't make any significant steps towards finding a place to live. Part of it is knowing I'm comfortable in my current situation. I get home from work and have dinner made. I pay a tiny fraction of what the average rent is in my city. On paper, life is good. But in my mind, it is not.
The dependency I have on my parents is both a blessing and a curse. I know the only way to start maturing again is by moving out. I just need to set realistic goals and expectations for what kind of living space I want (I'm currently conflicted by the Size / Location / Price triangle. Can't have all three) and pick a damn condo. That's step #1.