Looking Into the Future

So, I’ve actually (gasp) been thinking a bit more about my future lately, as I had been having doubts concerning grad school and whether or not it was worth the year it’ll take without income, but right now I’ve decided to go forward with applying to the University of Georgia and continuing to pursue becoming a CPA (Certified Public Accountant for those who don’t know).
 
I had a long talk with my mother about it a few days ago and basically asked her up front how willing she and my father are going to be to set me up financially after I graduate so I can get onto my feet, because I do not want to come back and live on the farm or in the neighboring area again. Essentially, I wanted her to confirm that they will help me get on my feet, otherwise, I was going to just forgo grad school for now and start working as soon as I graduate, or maybe before, so that I could have the money to move out as soon as possible (I know, I could probably get loans and such, but I just don’t like debt of any kind).
 
Anyway, she basically confirmed that they would be willing to set me up financially, which helped in my electing to go on to grad school. And, I know, I know, taking money off my parents when I’ll be, what, 23 years old makes me sound like a complete moocher, but they’re never going to spend the money anyway, and they have savings that were intended for my education that they never ended up using (I went to college on scholarships), so in a way it’s only fair that they still give it to me.
 
Of course, the hard part of that conversation was telling my mother that I don’t at all plan on spending the rest of my life at home or in the neighboring area, as I know it’s a little crushing to her – I’m her only child and she has the maternal drive about as strong as you can have it. I tried to explain to her that it isn’t even about getting away from her and being independent so much, not necessarily, but I can’t exactly explain the real reasons because she wouldn’t (and couldn’t) understand. Basically, I have a lot of bad memories when it comes to living in Dublin (the city closest to the farm, for those keeping score), and I have to get away as soon as I can for my own sanity. In another life, where I didn’t have the same memories I might be more apt to stay in this town – or at least not be in such a maddening hurry to get away. But I didn’t live that life and, as it is now, I have to get away.
 
Of course, to fully understand how these conversations go, you have to know a little more about the mindset of my mother. I’ll use an excerpt from our conversation that only a few readers will get, but still exemplifies her attitude.
 
Me: “Well, also, I don’t necessarily want to live in such a small town my entire life. I’d like to live in a bigger city.”
 
Mother: “Like where? Do you think you’d like Macon?”