I don’t even remember the moment they drove away. I’m told it’s one of those instances you never forget, that second when you realize you’re finally on your own. But for me, it’s not there — perhaps because, when you’re the first in your family to go to college, you never truly feel like they’ve let you go.
I felt the complete opposite, my family rarely checked up on me, when my aunt left i cried a little only because she was the only person to actually go help me. I felt like they all knew i had grown up alone (in the sense that i took care of myself), and just figured i would be fine.