Chicago sounds lovely, with new people places and things I don’t yet know. People around here say, “Isn’t it cold there? You’re going to get shot. I bet your parents won’t like you being so far from home.”
They don’t realize that there are tunnels and winter clothes. They haven’t understood that if I die, I know exactly where I’m going, and besides, I was never promised safety.
My parents raised me to be independent, and they didn’t try to push me to any one school, but when I showed them the acceptance letter, they called everyone. They’ve been so excited, and they think this is a sign of success, me going off and exploring and living freely.