My parents took a quick six-day trip to Buenos Aires the last week I was there. I really wanted them to see the city, and as I’ll be home for less than 24 hours before heading back to Tufts, it was a nice chance to have some family time.
I had been away for about 11 weeks by the time they came, and so I obviously had a life in Buenos Aires that was completely separate from my life back home with my parents in Albany. As such, I expected that it would be very odd to have my parents there — I though it would be like two very different worlds suddenly colliding in a very unnatural way; anyone who’s had college friends visit at home, or friends from high school visit at college, might understand what I’m talking about.
But, I was wrong — it wasn’t weird, or unusual, or strange, and I enjoyed seeing them for dinner every night and spending the weekend with them. Perhaps I didn’t feel like two separate worlds were intermixing simply because they weren’t.
Until now, I’ve always felt like I needed to make an effort to keep my home life with my parents separate from my life in high school or my life at Tufts, as I still wasn’t as much of an adult as I wanted to be. However, when they visited in Buenos Aires, I felt comfortable and confident enough with my own adult(ish) life there that it was possible for them to be there without “invading” my life. For the first time, I implicitly knew that Buenos Aires was my thing, not theirs, and that they really were just visitors taking a quick peek around. After this summer I do feel much more like an adult, which I know may sound strange coming from a 19 year-old college sophomore, but take my word for it.