Andrew:
Shh.... A lot of places where registration and confiscation have gone as far as Australia, ONLY permit you to keep your guns at officially sanctioned ranges and gun clubs. (The "next step" is probably to decertify those places....
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OTOH, you may indeed find such arrangements available. That may be the only way to go. Or move out....
You still haven't said how old you are - I was about 25, but had two jobs and decent income. (I didn't need the rent-a-cop job, but my primary job didn't pay all that well, and the "gas money plus a few bucks" that the Guard Service paid me was real handy.)
My wife was 22 when we got married - that's plenty old enough if you've got a husband
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(Our daughter is almost 23, single, and has lived - while going to two different colleges - elsewhere for four years. She's already worn out a car, too. We see each other regularly, and talk, or e-mail, even more often, but she's 175 miles away, so nobody's a nuisance. That
really improved her relationship with her mom. My dad, btw, tossed me out. Other than the aforementioned revolver incident, that improved our relationship, too, although his heart attack a year or two later, plus a lot of valium, helped even more. I'm a bit of a control freak, but he was Industrial Strength. In our daughter's case, she's way out ahead of her mom, but while I had my dad by a few IQ points, the disparity was too small to really count. Lots of friction....)
"Control Freak": A buddy of mine was coming into town to visit a few years ago, and I gave him turn-by-turn detailed instructions. The house is about as easy to find as "go to the square, hang a left, and we're the sixth driveway on your right", but.... Anyway, he told me that he was going to use his GPS and I was too much of a control freak. About twenty miles out, right where the Interstate Highway system locally gets really confused, his GPS - connected to a notebook PC - barfed....
The problem, of course, in moving out, is convenience and economics. It's always easier when mom's cleaning your clothes and your floors
.... Some of that stuff is a real time sink. And, my first apartment cost me about half of what I was making at the time. Probably overkill, but I liked the place, and it was about the nicest apartment complex in the Township. (I could have saved $50/month elsewhere, but.... Should have bought a house.)
(I didn't plan on staying in town, but the poorly paying day job improved, and the Guard Service started paying a little better. Inertia....)
Regards,