Like many, my parents had lived in the area all their lives. In the circles I grew up in, leaving was considered suspect, as if you thought you were “too good” for everyone else. Everything you could ever possibly want or need was right in our backyard. You were supposed to be grateful for what you had. My family was an entire world of its own. If I had one eye on a different, “wider” world, what would that say about them?
