I wouldn't take it too personally, Depressed Mum.
When it came to deciding where to do a degree, I made that choice completely on my own. I didn't ask for- or want- my family's opinions on where I should go. I simply felt that as I was the one who'd be living and studying there- it was my choice. In those days, I qualified for a full grant, so there was no financial involvement at all from my family and I'd already considered all the cost of living in various parts of the country. I did actually say that the only places that did the course I really wanted were several counties away- and deliberately didn't mention that I could have studied for an English degree at Canterbury- a fairly short train ride away from my home at the time- as I knew they'd want me to live at home and 'commute'.
I didn't tell them the real reason I was applying further away (other than the fact I genuinely loved the place I wanted- which was down in Exmouth) because I thought they'd get the wrong idea and be hurt.
I was very close to my family and knew I needed to learn independence- or I could easily become reliant on them. The idea of moving far from home actually scared the heck out of me- but it was something I felt I really needed to do- to stand on my own two feet and do this for myself. How very life affirming!!!!
If I'd said all that to them, they would have taken it as me not wanting to be near them- or trying to get away from them! Nothing could have been further from the truth. In the first week I was horribly homesick- but once I settled in I loved it.
I've never regretted the decision and I know I did the right thing- so maybe it's just a case of needing to spread his wings.
Having said that- I just know that I'm going to be exactly the same when my turn comes as a Mum to watch my kids choose somewhere far away!
It's a mum thing!