My daughter is turning 5 in a few weeks. I realized I only have 3 more of these until she’s (likely) moving out. 4x5=20, and she’ll likely be living her own life by 20. Most of the time you spend with your kids is spent by the time they’re 16.
I moved away from my hometown. I see my immediate relatives twice a year now, once at Christmas and once in the summer. Most of my family is getting old. I probably have 125 or so more visits with my parents, 20-50 with my grandparents, and less than 10 with my great grandpa. I keep these numbers in mind every time I go home.
Life isn’t short. Meaningful moments are. Don’t take them for granted.
This is inevitably going to sound facetious but you can always move back. Give up some things, gain others. Isn't that what this essay's about?
I'm 40. My parents are 75 and I recently moved back next door to them. I expect to be here until they die. Is it my favourite place to live? No. Best for my career? Couldn't be worse. But I see my folks every day. I see my childhood friends every week. I see as much of my family as I can stand - I bump into a random cousin on the daily.
Do you value closeness to family above other things and would you like your daughter to value closeness to you when she grows up? Choices are here to be made.
A large number of people I grew up with "wanted to see the world." My younger self modeled a lot of my desired outcomes on people's externally stated desires.
As I got older, I started realizing something: a lot of what people said they wanted was attainable for them and their socioeconomic status if they made different trade offs. So I started poking and offering advice on how they could "visit Paris."
What I came to learn is that they wanted to be the kind of people that wanted to visit Paris. But they never would go to Paris. It was the idea they liked.
I have well off family members who talk about wishing their son lived closer. They have the means to visit him. They're retired and live near an airport with direct flights, 3.5 hours door to door. But they never go. That's their Paris.
I don't want to live in my hometown. I don't kid myself - I value raising my family here where I live more than the extra time with family. But, at the same time, when I go back I spend that time in a way maximally meaningful to me.
I try not to have "going to Paris" wishes. I sacrifice protecting my ego from my own decisions but it makes me reconcile my decisions with my desires before reaching the state of irreversible regret.
It's clear you've put a lot of thought into the tradeoff between these mutually exclusive wishes but I'd still encourage you to look for ways to spend more time with your folks. It's not all roses but it's been precious for me, personally.
This is actually something that's been weighing on my mind heavily this holiday season, as I'm home in the first time for a year. It's...difficult for me. I love seeing my good friends and family, but there's also nothing in this town for me (apart from a job); it's in rural Kentucky, and there's nothing there to promote my interests (mainly academic) and good luck finding any long-term partners (I'm about as far from a Trump supporter as you can get). But, I truly miss seeing my family and friends regularly, more than I realised. It's a tough decision, and one I'll probably actually discuss with my friends on our annual New Years trip.
I'm in my late 20s. Still no kids but a long term partner.
Since finding a fully remote job, I've been going back and forth. I stay one month in my city where I am independent, go out with friends, basically where I live my life.
Then I stay 2-4 full weeks with my folks. I bought new office equipment to work as comfortably as in the city, and nice things to make my space really mine.
It's an interesting cycle that I've learned to accept and enjoy. When I'm with them, I work a bit more because I have less social distractions, I go to the gym every day, and I see them all day. When I go back to my place, I go out with everyone, eat less meat, go to events, and do my regular activities that make me feel myself.
It's a 6 hour cheap trip, which is not bad considering I stay in one place for weeks. It's not perfect, and maybe not permanent, but I can see my folks. Half the year at least, even if they never visit me. They're getting older. If they leave this world today, I will be devastated, but happy that my present self is doing the best it can to be with them.
> If they leave this world today, I will be devastated, but happy that my present self is doing the best it can to be with them.
Yeah, this is what's bothering me, just turning 30. Even moreso in that if something were to happen where they were to leave the world tomorrow, I don't know if I'd be able to make it because of the way flights work overseas. It's a lot to think about, honestly, though I feel it'll at least be 2024 before I come back as there's a masters programme I want to do I think I'll always regret if I don't. Then maybe a PhD. Maybe getting a remote job would be the best, or just returning to teaching here. Thanks for your input!
Here are options you could consider if your career supports remote work, all with their perks:
-Move to the nearest city that will support your interests and allow for weekly visits. Make Saturday or Sunday a family day.
-Work from your parents' town during the week and escape to a place in the city on the weekend.
-Spend different seasons in different places. I'm moving to Tokyo for 3 months next year as a breather.
There are no answers that don't require sacrifice but life design is ripe for parallel thinking. Don't settle for preconceived options without having a go at some different ways of being.
> -Spend different seasons in different places. I'm moving to Tokyo for 3 months next year as a breather.
As I was a teacher, this is what I did before I moved countries. I'd spend a month or two of the summer holiday in a different country doing language courses (I love languages and linguistics as well). It was a great way to have structure in a place as well as stuff to do, plus I've found they often arranged guided tours cheaply, so it always worked out well.
Might consider doing that again, but I'd likely need some extra income streams, which could be doable.
Life is ridiculously short once you move past the mid point - early 40s.
Even the luckiest ones among us get to do a tiny fraction of personally meaningful activities.
As I am piggybacking my youngest one up the stairs, I am enjoying the trek as much as she does. I have this illusion of immortality, surely nothing bad could happen to us this very moment.
Surely that is my elephant/lizard part of the brain. My rider part keeps telling me I could be doing other more egoistical hedonistic activities instead.
> "After the larva stage, female mayflies usually live less than five minutes, while males can live a whopping two days. But they don't waste a single minute, spending that short period of time mating and reproducing"
I moved away from my hometown. I see my immediate relatives twice a year now, once at Christmas and once in the summer. Most of my family is getting old. I probably have 125 or so more visits with my parents, 20-50 with my grandparents, and less than 10 with my great grandpa. I keep these numbers in mind every time I go home.
Life isn’t short. Meaningful moments are. Don’t take them for granted.