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clevermanka) wrote2008-08-19 09:00 am
clevermanka) wrote2008-08-19 09:00 am
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Sentimental-less
A co-worker's daughter started KU this year and I've spent more time than I care to think about overhearing conversations about how her daughter was upset to move out of their house to live on campus. Never mind that I've spent more time than I care to think about overhearing conversations about her daughter in general. Anyway. So she was talking to someone else, again, about Daughter being sad, etc., and how she reassured Daughter that everybody feels like this when they leave home for the first time and how if Daughter wasn't sad, they'd think something was wrong with her.
When I came to KU, my mom dropped me and two suitcases off on the front steps of Miller Scholarship Hall and drove straight from Lawrence to Colorado, where Daddy had moved a couple months earlier. I cheerily waved goodbye and carried my life into my new home. I didn't have the urge to go back home. I didn't have the opportunity even if I'd wanted it. This didn't make me sad or stressed or homesick or...anything. It was just my new reality and that was that.
I don't remember any of my close friends during my freshman year ever voicing feelings of homesickness. Perhaps they didn't say anything to me because they knew they wouldn't get any sympathy. But I don't recall it being an issue for us. Most certainly it wasn't an issue for me.
I'm not sentimental. I don't keep mementos, and old photographs are kept around mainly to indulge my vanity, not a sense of nostalgia.
Not all people are like this, I know. Probably most people aren't like this. But can it really be that most young adults, fresh out of the nest and on their own for the first time, cry in their bedrooms and think--however fleetingly--about returning to their old life? I certainly hope not. What a terrible indicator of a spoiled, infantalized generation. If the majority of our coming-of-age population is still that insecure and dependent on their parents, it doesn't bode well for our future.
When I came to KU, my mom dropped me and two suitcases off on the front steps of Miller Scholarship Hall and drove straight from Lawrence to Colorado, where Daddy had moved a couple months earlier. I cheerily waved goodbye and carried my life into my new home. I didn't have the urge to go back home. I didn't have the opportunity even if I'd wanted it. This didn't make me sad or stressed or homesick or...anything. It was just my new reality and that was that.
I don't remember any of my close friends during my freshman year ever voicing feelings of homesickness. Perhaps they didn't say anything to me because they knew they wouldn't get any sympathy. But I don't recall it being an issue for us. Most certainly it wasn't an issue for me.
I'm not sentimental. I don't keep mementos, and old photographs are kept around mainly to indulge my vanity, not a sense of nostalgia.
Not all people are like this, I know. Probably most people aren't like this. But can it really be that most young adults, fresh out of the nest and on their own for the first time, cry in their bedrooms and think--however fleetingly--about returning to their old life? I certainly hope not. What a terrible indicator of a spoiled, infantalized generation. If the majority of our coming-of-age population is still that insecure and dependent on their parents, it doesn't bode well for our future.