I graduated with no college debt (part of the reason I stayed home for college), expressly with the idea that I was going to travel the world after that and not be held back by anything.
I was, and am, lucky to have family that supports me. My folks are used to me calling them from Yemen or Syria or wherever and they’re just like, cool, be safe. They like that I have a life they couldn’t have. I don’t have the responsibility of having to provide for them, the way many of my friends do. They’re not rich, but they’re fine.
More than anything, I feel immensely lucky that every choice I have made, from where to live and who to marry, has been mine and mine alone.
Sometimes it’s hard to understand that not every one has the agency to do those things.
Life is good again, after a period of struggle (relating to immigration), and I’m only slowly embodying the person that I used to be: a highly mobile person who has too many things to do everywhere.
I’ve missed it, but I also feel despair knowing that it feels as if something has fundamentally changed. There are just way more closed doors, than open, compared to when I was a younger person.