Latinas don't leave their parents home until they are married -- well at least that's how it was in our mother's land.
It's been two years since I moved to DC from Arizona, and this week I realized just how much everything has changed since I left. I moved for good reasons, but that doesn't take away the lonliness and guilt I sometimes feel.
Lonliness because I'm almost 3,000 miles away from the people I love & know love me unconditionaly. Guilt because initially my move broke my parents heart, and because I was no longer able to help or be of use to my family if they needed help.
Today they are orgullosos that I am attending Georgetown, so my initial guilt has faded. Yet, after this week & seeing how sick my aunt is(post soon to come) and how far along my grandfather's dementia it's harder for me to hide or ignore my guilt. I'm not here to help take care of either one, or give my grandmother support or provide humor with one of my pendejadas that I am well known for :-).
I know what I'm doing is for the best, and will help my family in the long run but I realized I had to make the biggest sacrifice in trying to achieve success - family.
I wonder what others have had to sacrifice, and if it was their familia how did they cope.
-- Post From My iPhone
