I want to know
It pains me to talk to my mom on nights like tonight. I just got back from visiting the town I grew up in and am going through the initial onset of homesickness. Three days in to being back in a routine and it’s right on time.
I think it scares her to think of me living somewhere else like I am now, falling in love and eventually ending up with someone she hardly knows.
I think it pains her even more to swallow the harsh reality of the fact that wherever I end up, if it’s x amount of miles away from Iowa, it may put a mild damper on my discretionary income today…but say, ten years from now (and bear with me, I’m going out on a limb here) when I’ve settled down with a husband and perhaps have children, it will be a hell of a lot more expensive to travel and spend time with her and my dad.
I guess it weighs on me too.
Especially times like now when I’m embarking on a potential date set for this Friday with a native San Diegan who is adamant about never leaving, but have the fresh butterflies of the hometown honey still fluttering; it makes me wish for the wisdom of hindsight.
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