Leaving family, friends, and everything else you've always known and loved to chase a dream. I have a wonderful family; I borderline cry just thinking about moving away from Connecticut. I feel like I owe them so much; especially my mother who raised me on her own. And to my sisters, to act as a wholesome role model. And to my grandmother, whose husband passed away last year, who I loved as a father. I am the only successful grandson she has. There is a lot of pressure on me to succeed according to society's (and my family's) standards. You know, job, wife, house. Sure, I have a great job, but there's more to it. It's one thing after another. One expectation to meet after another. There also comes a time in a man's life where he has to choose between his own happiness and what others expect of him. This time for me is now. Is there a happy medium? No. There has to be a sacrifice.
I look at people who have lost their parents. People who have nobody except themselves, and the motivation to grab this fucking life by the horns and push until their heart stops. In a sick way, I imagine having no parents (God forbid - but hear me out)...having no expectations to meet, nobody to fall back on, no security net. Just me. And my drive, willpower, vision, instinct to survive. It sounds like a lifted burden when all you have to disappoint is yourself.
Lately I think this might be what I have to do. I feel strongly about few things, and my situation doesn't foster those dreams. I feel like everything around me is holding me down and I can't expand the roots until I bust out of this pot.
Who's done it? Tell me your story.