My mom is obsessed wit-no. HELLBENT on the family packing up and moving to Sweden. She has been trying to get us to move since 2013, and she isn't shutting up about how it's much cleaner, friendlier, and more culturally enriched than America will ever hope to be. I still think she's wearing rose-colored glasses, but she's really dead set regardless. With this election, she's more determined than ever to jump ship and swim to the netherlands. Is it REALLY all it's cracked up to be? I was promised we were done moving. I was promised our latest home would be our final home. I was promised I could make more friends in New York than in Massachusetts. I was promised a lot of things.
So you can imagine why I am casting a small shadow of doubt on such a grand move far away from anyone I have ever come to love. I don't say it often to my family, but I am secretly BOILING under my skin knowing that for me, nowhere is home, our family will in all likelihood never settle down ANYWHERE, and I have no choice but to go where my family goes. FOREVER.
It will never matter how old I am, what my plans are for my life, where I would like to be, if my parents want to go somewhere, I need to be dragged along. I am infuriatingly dependent because I'm not bothered with things like insurance information, phone bills, or anything of importance and necessity to a successful independent adult life, even though I have ASKED to have those things. MULTIPLE TIMES. But every time, my mother is INSISTENT that she can handle it for me. She almost gets MAD when I keep pushing for it, almost like she doesn't want me to ever have them. At the very least, I control my own money. My bank account is about the only independent adult thing I have. I digress.
I don't know if Sweden is the answer. I don't even know where I want to go to be happy anymore. I've considered taking a train and just going wherever until I run out of money, but where could I go with the assurance that nothing will uproot me again?