I’m 30 years old and recently returned to college for a 2nd (more practical) bachelor’s degree (Medical Technology, whoo!). I’ve lived in Florida my entire life, save for 2 years in Baton Rouge, Louisiana (school), and a year in England (school again). I’ve never really liked Florida and have gotten by by spending a lot of time traveling - months at a time when possible. It’s always, always been my dream to live somewhere more… mountainous, more naturally beautiful, more politically and socially liberal. Somewhere colder. Somewhere totally different. Somewhere like Seattle or Portland or Colorado or Vermont. So now, my boyfriend and I have a break in time. He’s just graduated nursing school and I’ve nearly finished the pre-professional phase of my degree, and we’re ready to get the f*** out of here. My hope is to gain admission to the U of Washington or Oregon Health & Sciences U, and finish up my degree there.
Only thing is, my family is here in Florida. I have a good relationship with them (although they irritate the crap outta me sometimes), and boy oh boy am I feeling guilty just at the thought of leaving. I’ve mentioned the Washington and Portland options (the ones we’re really gunning for, or were… until now), and it has not been well-received. My parents have given me slightly different variations of the guilt-trip. My mother is much more understanding, and though she really doesn’t want to see me go, she feels selfish asking me to stay. I’m closer with my mother. My dad though - whom I have a weird relationship with - a sort of pseudo-closeness, where I am intimidated by him and respectful, but inwardly critical of him - well, he’s not very happy about it at all. Where I actually expected him to get so angry or frustrated with me that it would be difficult to even talk to him about it, today he actually brought it up and gave me what is turning into the most intense guilt-trip of my life. It’s all “we’re getting older now. In 5 years your mom will be 70!” Although I don’t plan to move back to Florida, I would probably want to move back to this side of the country eventually, so I say, “well it wouldn’t be forever” and then I get the worst line, “well, your forever and our forevers are different.” Yeah, implying that they’re going to die soon and he wants to spend as much time with me as he can while he’s still kickin. And if I leave, I’m basically saying that I don’t really care that much about those kinds of things.
I just don’t even know what to do. I know what I WANT to do is take the leap and go already (assuming I even get in). It does make my heart sink to think of leaving my family, but sheesh I can’t stay just because I don’t want to miss them. Or am I being a self-centered asshole? Do many or most wanderlusters end up staying at home and foregoing their dreams of far-off places because of familial obligations? (mind you, I don’t even have any obligations toward them now other than showing up at the house and visiting every couple of weeks)
Does anyone out there who’s had a similar experience wish to share their story and/or any comforting or adviceful words?
Also, as a side-note, I guess a big reason this whole thing makes me all squirmy is because my dad, who has always preached about the importance of “family,” spends more than half his nights at his (our family’s, but mostly his) house in the Keys or in Georgia, to fiddle around with his big-boy toys and go fishing or hunting with his buddies. He leaves my mother behind, is generally unpleasant toward her during the occasions when he is at home, and is resentful that my brothers and I have a closer relationship with her than we have with him. Yet he’s the only one who is really playing this card, whereas my mom and brothers, though they would be sad about me leaving, are more understanding and really kind-of expected it.
Okay, thanks for reading. (sigh)