I moved out of my mom's house about 3 years ago. It was one of the best decisions of my life. It let me be able to focus and filter out a lot of noise. It also saved me a huge commute everyday to work (about an hour or so). It also let me be exposed to the true side of life: bills, bills, and more bills. Bright side is that I won't be blind-sided by life in the future when I have a family and an actual house.
As great as moving out has been, I still value my family. Every weekend I try to go back up north to see my mom and the family. Call me a momma's boy or whatever, but I do love my mom and it brings a smile to her face whenever I make it up there. It really feels like I never left college. During my college years, I used to always come back home on the weekends (and get my laundry done).
It's refreshing really. Being alone for the entire week is nice be can be overwhelming at the same time. Having a family to go back home to is pretty sweet and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
Most of the times I can barely pull myself away from my work -- be it a project for work or just a personal one -- I get so sucked in I forget what day of the week it is. When I come back home to my mom and my cousins, I am forced to talk and have fun with them. Pulls me away from whatever work-related stuff I have to do. Best part is when I do get back to work -- my mind is like super energized and I think of things I hadn't thought of before. That's something I learned over the years too -- whenever you're working on something and just can't figure it out: walk away. Like literally walk away from the problem and come back to it. Sometimes you're so deep into it you can't see the obvious things around you. It always works.
Right now I'm writing this and doing some development work in the family room while my mom is watching her Indian soap operas.
Oh and there's always free food at home -- so that's always great.