Sometimes I wish Blogger had "status updates" the way Facebook does. If it did, right now my status would read "Ella is so frustrated and upset that even cleaning isn't helping"
The Culprit: My family.
Here goes. I mentioned a few days ago that I was busy thinking about my future and applying to Graduate Schools. Well, as of Wednesday I had sent in my application for one University and right now I'm in the process of applying for Internships at a few Museums. I'm still keeping the locations and specifics to myself, but safe to say that everywhere I'm applying to would mean a BIG change in my life.
Like moving to the States - by myself.
Obviously I'm scared to death, but my mom has been encouraging me and supporting me for so long now that recently I've started to believe I really could do it all by myself. This morning my Grandmother found out about my plans.
Before I go any further, I should give you a smidgen of background info on my beloved Grandmother. Have any of you seen the show "Gilmore Girls"? Well, my Grandmother puts Emily Gilmore to shame. I love her unconditionally, but she is probably the most critical, passive-aggressive, pessimistic person you will ever meet. A lot of the stunts that Emily pulls on the show can actually be taken right out of my family. Minus the amount of money the Gilmore's had.
Anyway, I digress.
My Grandmother, in no uncertain terms, told me that I would not be able to handle moving to a different city all by myself and that my chosen career path is too limiting and that I would never be successful.
My family seems to think and hope that my specific interest in life is just a silly passing phase and that I will one day "come to my senses". I have never felt so dejected and un-supported by my family in my whole life. I'm not giving up by any means, I just really wish they could at least try to support me. Knowing I have to work against what they think just makes everything that much harder.