10 minutes down the street is the best of both worlds.
Don't be afraid to visit at weekends. You'll stay in touch with the rents - when you go home, it'll feel like you never left. But this way, you get to be independent.
Heck, I'm forty-five minutes or so down the road and sometimes my parents do the shopping for me. Don't necessarily visit
most weekends, but many for sure.
Learn how to cook, and I don't mean how to make a box of mac & cheese.
That, in my experience, will come naturally.
I'm a horrifically fussy chef - very slow and pedantic - so I've ended up making a lot of microwave dinners. Not least because when I want a meal, I want it
now! Not thirty minutes down the line. But then, over time, you'll come to resent the crap microwave food, and the ability to cook will sort of organically bloom from that. You'll end up making food 'cause you want nice food, so you sort of pick it up as you go along.
I play it down, a little, because going "oh you'll need to cook" and "don't forget x and y" is a little intimidating. You're right, of course. Cooking is such a good skill to have, and I would never try and dissuade anyone from teaching themselves before they go. But creating a checklist sort of builds it up as a "big thing," whereas I prefer to go with the flow, so I'd tell anyone who can't cook not to fret, 'cause it's not going to be a massive problem.
Three years of living on my own, now, and I'd still describe myself as a "crap chef" at best. But I can make a pasta meal! Bake a potato! Which doesn't sound like much, but it's not like I've been taking inventory. I've gradually began to create lots of lovely stuff. I've never taught myself, it just sort of... happened.