Keep in Touch with Family
I was never really a big family guy growing up. Once I hit high school I had football in the fall/winter and a job in the spring/summer so I was always gone. I spent almost no time at home, and that was normal for my family. After my brother got a car, he was always gone too. In spite of the fact that we’re only a year apart, we never really hung out. My sister, quite a few years younger than I, was too small to do the things that I thought were cool until recently, so she was out of the picture too. Parents? I didn’t hang out with them, what teenager does?
After moving out on my own, I began to realize how important the intangible relationship with your family members is. I’ve never really been that lonely while I’ve been down here because of the support and love that I get, be it in person or over the phone. My family has been very supportive since I’ve moved away, and I’m thankful to them for this.
Because of my experiences, I’ve come to feel it is of the utmost importance to keep in touch with your family when you move out on your own. You can have all your independence and freedom and responsibility and still call home twice a week. I know that talking to my brother for a half hour every couple of days really cheers me up and makes me happy. It’s something that I really can’t explain, and needs to be experienced by each person individually.
So, get on the phone and call your mom, your dad, your brother or sister. Why not call your grandma or grandpa and tell them what’s going on in your life? I’m sure they’ll be glad to hear it and happy to know that you’re doing all right out on your own (grandparents are like that). Shoot your aunts and uncles an email every once in the while and send a card on holidays. Do whatever you’ve got to do to reach out to those in your family and you’ll soon realize the emotional, mental, and physical boost they can give to your life, even from afar.
Chance said,
June 28, 2006 @ 5:28 pm
I first left home when I joined the army and I suppose it was like college to me. I didn’t call home much to friends and family because I was always so busy with work (and trying to pick up girls).
When I came home, I lived about 10 minutes from my family and I never got the overwhelming urge to call or stop by- I saw them regularly simply because of proximity, and I never really thought about them except when passing by their house.
Now that I moved 400 miles away to Atlanta, I have a full time job, I am trying to start a business on the nights and weekends, and I found a girl that I’m going to marry. Even with all that on my plate I call my mother and best friends at least weekly. I actually want to call them, and I guess its because its the only contact I have. Now that I can’t easily see them it really makes me happy to hear all the boring church stories from my mom or the sales stories from my best friend.
Nick said,
June 29, 2006 @ 8:53 pm
Chance: That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I never had the overwhelming desire to talk to anyone in my family simply because of proximity or I was too busy. Now, I call at least once a week, if not more, and it feels better that way.