No, I am happy with how things happened, mistakes and all.

I enjoy the freedom of living alone. I enjoy being able to have people hang out with me without consulting with my parents. I get paid to spend time in a building for a few hours out of societal obligations. I can drink without worrying about any legal ramifications as long as I don't get behind a wheel and stay indoors (which happens 100% of the time now). No homework. No final due. I now learn about cool things I am into instead of studying for an class devoid of creativity with rote memorization. I have a nice car instead of a POS that will break down if I blink at it hard enough. If anyone is idiotic enough to pick on me in the adult world, like the work place, they'd get in actual trouble instead of some useless half hour detention. I don't have adults look me in the eye and try to BS me about what grim future I have if I don't do exactly what they say. I am much smarter, more capable of dealing with my emotions, and infinitely happier. Frankly, life is a lot more interesting per few days than four, long years inside of a bland set of buildings.

Why the hell would I go back?