When I was younger, family would tell me how much faster the years go by as you age. I thought they were lying. When did I become a full-grown adult?
The memories of yesterday are actually 10 years ago now. I’ve experienced the world in thousands of new ways, yet it’s not until I step back into my childhood room when I realize I’m no longer that boy from 10 years ago.
My family lives in a different state now. I cherish the moments when I get to see them, but somehow, it’s always after those moments pass that I truly wish I had spent more time with them. Why is it so hard to say what I feel in the moment? To tell them how much I miss them when they’re not around? The words catch in my throat, only to surface when it’s too late.I can count a million moments that shaped who I am today—moments of independence, growth, and adventure. And I know there are infinite more waiting for me in the future. Deciding to create a new life thousands of miles away has been the most exciting and frightening decision I’ve ever made. There’s so much left to see, to do, to become. But every time I go back home, a part of me wishes I could freeze time and live in that day forever, surrounded by the people who love me most.
Each visit home reminds me that life keeps moving. My parents, aunts, and uncles age just a little more every time I see them. It’s subtle but undeniable—a new wrinkle, a slower step, a pause before remembering a word. And every time, it breaks off a tiny piece of my heart. Sometimes they irritate me, and I know that I irritate them in my own ways. But beneath all of that, there is love—the kind of love that would make them do anything for me, no questions asked. And when the time comes to say goodbye again, I’m left wondering: Am I making the right choice? Should I be living closer to them?
There’s a world out there, waiting to be explored, and a family who has given me the roots to stand tall. It feels impossible to have both at once. Is it ever possible to balance the pull of where we come from with the call of where we’re meant to go?