Emigrating is a selfish decision. Yep I’m allowed to say it, I’m the one who emigrated after all. I made my decision knowing that leaving would upset a lot of people and it made me feel like a horrible, awful person. So I done a Q&A with my Mum, to find out the true effect on the family that’s left behind. Hopefully this will be a useful insight for other parents/’grown up’ children who are in the same situation!
One of the hardest things about emigrating is that I can’t help but feel I’m losing out on the precious time I should be spending with my Grandparents (and Parents). I’m in my late 20’s and I feel lucky to still have 2 out of 4 living, they were able to see their oldest Grandchild get married, they even witnessed the proposal (even though it did nearly give my Grandad a heart attack!) and I’m proud to have been able to let them have that experience. They’ve watched me grow up, but have you ever wondered what it was like when they were growing up? ASK them! LEARN from them! It’s amazing and you won’t regret it.
Today, my parents have been married for 30 years. Yay! Go them! I couldn’t have wished for better parents, they are my best friends and my inspiration and I wouldn’t have it any other way. For nearly 28 years I have lived with them at home. I see things in the news saying ‘oh it’s sad, children are still living at home at 30’, yes maybe, but part of me never wanted to move out and it’s not because it’s a ‘cushy’ lifestyle.