The most important factors to any other student who is applying for college are probably tuition, location, diversity, etc. While those are definitely important to me, the first two are heavily influenced by my mother's wishes for me. Tuition-wise, it's difficult to find a scholarship based on financial aid because we make a pretty good income in this household. But that's because my mother works three jobs. She's gone in the morning for her first job from 10 am-3 pm, and she comes home to her remote job, typing away until 12 am the next morning, trying her best to ignore the ache of her back and the cries of her arthritic joints. Though there are others that may be more qualified for things like FAFSA and the Pell Grant, is it selfish for me to want to lessen the pressure she carries? I don't believe that waiting until retirement to live the life you want is ideal, and I want her to make the most of the time she has.
After losing my grandmother to COVID a few months ago, my mother's eyes seem more secretive these days. She holds so much regret for not being there in the Philippines when my "Nanay" (family nickname for our grandmother) took her last moments, but it wasn't ideal with two children at home and the uncertainty of her return given travel restrictions. Being close to my mother the way she couldn't be to hers is important to me as well. Though I don't want to continue living in the bubble of my comfort zone, I also feel the most responsible for her well-being. Who's going to check that daily "make mom smile" off the imaginary fridge list? Despite all of this, I know that she wants a different life for me. Though she'll say she doesn't want me to move away, I can tell she wants me to live a life where independence dominates the everlasting presence of emotional dependence. Yet, it's still a decision I haven't quite made.
Our relationship losing its closeness is what threatens me the most when I'm answering questions on my common applications. Then there's the tremendous help of my older sister's constant questioning of, "are you really leaving mom?", as if I'll never come back. On the other hand, I can tell that I'm also putting a lot of pressure on myself. Much too often, I'm reminding myself that I have to become the most financially equipped so that I can pay off my family's bills and wipe away any trace of debt so they can live their lives. But where would that leave mine? It takes most people years and years to get to a place where they can consider themselves economically "safe", especially enough to check off the expenses I claim to be responsible for.
More than anything, writing this has been an epiphany. I am very grateful for the donors that asked me this question because I think it would have taken too long for me to ask myself. So, what's my final realization? I'm going to put myself first unless the people I love ask for help. They have to come to their own conclusions about how they want to live the rest of their lives before I assert my place in those plans. In the fall of 2022, due to my hard work and perseverance, I'll be attending the college that appealed the most to my character and dreams, regardless of location, expenses (I'll figure it out), and the endless list of self-imposed responsibilities.