. . . My parents have all achieved such great things in the eyes of the world. My father has been head of multiple business and organizations (which I greatly admire, do not misunderstand), graduating in the top of his class with a Doctorate in two very arduous degrees. My mother likewise has been a mover and shaker in her community, and has, amongst all this, raised a fabulous family, which I will forever be grateful for. The greatest success of both my mother and father was in the home, regardless of all the other said accomplishments, contrary to what others only naturally feel, since so many people benefited from their contribution to society. . .
. . . What have I to offer? I "merely" (as both friend and stranger alike disparagingly state) want to "roam around the country like a poor person." I feel a painful chasm between my measures of success and that of those around me. My father wants me to be like him, and I sadly cannot give him that. I can only give him me -- who I am. . .
. . .It matters not. I am accustomed to being true to myself, only this time the stakes are considerably higher. I now make my (rite of) passage into the American West. . .
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