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July
1999
About living far
away from home...
I live approximately
3500 kilometers away from my parents. It's at least a five day
driving trip and a four hour flight, passing through two time
zones. I've lived this far away for two out of the last three
years, though for the first year I was at school. So I knew when
I was coming home. But now I don't.
I get to have
dinner with my family maybe a few times a year-- at Christmas
and when I have the money to go home during the summertime. My
dad is never around to fix the car when I need it fixed. And my
mom's laundry facilities are a long way off.
There are
lots of times when I think, "why am I doing this to myself?"
Living by yourself in a city where you have no family is a strengthening
experience, but often alienating and tremendously lonely. It's
sometimes hard not to feel sorry for myself when my friends from
around here causually mention that they're off to their parents'
place for dinner.
But, there
are advantages to this life. You become extremely strong and capable.
I know more about my car than I'd ever dream of. I found my apartment
by myself. And I can install mirrors, shelves, pictures, put furniture
together, and fix stuff.
The other
interesting thing about living so far away from home is that your
friends become paramount. I have a little Ontario support network
of fellow j-school grads, friends from home, and co-workers, and
I cherish them like nothing else.
And, of course,
a new city is a new life. It's easy to reinvent yourself in a
city where no one knows your history. I left home a wreck-- heartbroken,
with my career a mess-- and somehow I've emerged on the other
side of the country as a whole person again. Not everything in
my life is perfect, but I'm not stressed out, or depressed, or
heartsick.
I'm going
home for the first time this year in August. I'll spend a week
goofing off with my parents and my best friend, and then I'll
be back here. And though I'll be sad to leave, I'll probably be
content when I step back into my downtown apartment....in the
middle of the unknown.
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