News first: the boyfriend is not the boyfriend anymore; he’s the fiance, because we are engaged.
We’ve been together almost 3.5 years, and have been talking about this for a good bit of that time. It’s so surreal that it’s finally happened, but I’m so ready. We’re both ready.
His proposal, though, came in the middle of a roller coaster of a week. For one, last week was the second-to-last week of class before finals, so all our projects are culminating. Then, on Monday, his dad had a heart attack (he is fine and back home now, thank goodness). Wednesday morning I butted heads with my parents about my plans for after graduation. Wednesday afternoon he proposed, because it was the first sunny day after he had picked up the ring, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Thursday evening I went home to see my parents, to show them the ring and talk about plans. Because of all of that, I changed my mind about 5 times in 2 days about what I’m going to do in May, and reached a compromise only after a lot of vacillating.
My original plan had been to not move back home at all. He got an internship in a city to the southeast of us, and I was looking for jobs there as well. But first, my parents began asking me whether I would come home for a month or two after graduation. Then, my job prospects dimmed, as I kept applying and applying but got very few calls back. When my plans didn’t change, my parents got restless, since to them, the lack of a ring signaled a lack of commitment on his end. I knew that wasn’t the case, and while that was frustrating to deal with, I can understand that view. After a couple emotional discussions with my mom, I changed my mind completely and decided to move home until whatever date the fiance and I get married.
But I couldn’t feel good about that either, since he and I planned to move together and I would be leaving him in the lurch for those few months. So I had the idea to move back home right after graduation. But in June, I’ll join my fiance. It is a compromise, and by definition those don’t really make anyone completely happy. But I will get to spend some time with my family, and an added perk will be that I will have more time to job hunt. Neither of my parents are completely happy about this decision, but they’ve both accepted that it’s the one I’m making.
The real struggle for me is that when it comes to my family, I am a pleaser. I want to make my own decisions, but it is hard to be the first one really leaving the nest and thus the cause of some grief on my parents’ end. It has to happen, and I’m excited to have my own space and my own life, but it is not without its downsides. There comes a moment in time where the paths of the parents and the child separate, and my time is now, and it’s weird and hard.
Of course, it’s not like I’m going to drop off the face of the earth. When I move to join my fiance, I’ll only be moving two hours away from my hometown. It’s about the same distance from there as my school, and the drive is a lot easier (according to my dad). Even though I’m notoriously bad at keeping up with people, I’m not just going to let my family float away. They’re too important for that.
I know they know this, and I know they’re going to be able to accept whatever decision I make, even if it takes awhile. What’s made this more difficult than it had to be is my job situation — I have tons of applications out, and on the off-chance I finally get a job, there’s the possibility I’ll move earlier than expected. I have a plan, but it’s a little bit contingent upon various prospective employers.
So what I’m trying to say, I guess, is that my life is messy right now. Up till now, I’ve always had a clear plan. I still have long-term goals I want to achieve. But the immediate future is unclear. When will I get a job? When will I move out? I don’t know. It’s a little stressful. But it’s life, and it’s gotta happen sometime.