I'm 19, and moved out last year when I went to university. Going home and living with my parents for three months while I waited for the lease on my house to start were probably some of the hardest months of my life. I'd just got so used to enjoying my own freedoms and having my own responsibilities, which was especially hard since my parents (quite naturally, I guess) just fell back into the routine of treating me like a child. By the end of it, while they were miserable about letting me go off again, we were all happy that I was moving out again. I got my independence back and they got their house back, I guess.
So yeah, I think sticking to visits is how it'll be now, and we're all fine with that.