I just had a conversation with a friend about how completely crazy my family can be. There are lots of things that frustrate me about my family, and living closer/with my parents really does open the door for lots of crazy to happen. Holidays have always been complicated and I worry that I'll be more stressed out being closer to my parents and their multitude of issues. It's always complex to be wrapped up in someone else's life, which was why it felt nice being in California where I could be wrapped up in my own life. But is that what happiness is?
My friend is wonderfully blunt, which can be really helpful at times. She asked me why the hell I moved out here if I don't know if I can live near my parents. Fair question. What did I expect? It's not like these things were new to me, I'd just been removed from them for several years. And what kind of daughter would I be if I weren't willing to help my parents out with their issues (we've got a inevitable foreclosure pending here)? Sure, I didn't ask to be born and I'm not really obligated to do anything to help them out...except aren't I?
I've been struggling with the constant fear that I'm not doing what I want to do in life: don't know where I want to live, what I want to do, who I want to be. But one of the most important things in life is to help others. I do want to help others, so why not my own family? It doesn't have to kill me with stress and anxiety if I don't let it.
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