<p>Ah yes, siren, my husband moved around to a dozen states as his fatehr climbed the corporate economic ladder. Interestingly, they changed economic classes with every move. That was a culture shock in itself, some of which the family never quite adjusted to.</p>
<p>I have heaps of immigrant friends in the US, accomplished professors and business people who have been citizens for decades. Surprisingly, all of them still have remnants of culture shock, especially where their children or perceived slights are concerned. Do you know what they said to me when I left the US? Wait until you live in a place where every time you open your mouth, people know you were not born there.</p>
<p>Sure enough, that bit never goes away. "Nice twang" is the comment I get, even though I am not Southern.</p>
<p>Anyway, I'm glad you survived the dance switch with your dad. Keep that in mind as you come to terms with your school list. It sounds like he loves you to bits.</p>
<p>My parents were forever trying to throw up obstacles to keep me from following my heart to the university and JYA programs of my choice. At the time, I took their objections at face value (Those Mean Parents). In hindsight, I see how their anxieties dictated their behavior.</p>
<p>Thank God I didn't take too much notice of their tears and nashed teeth. When it came time to go to university (architecture school), they had no clue what was best for me. They were better in the future husband category, LOL.</p>
<p>Tip: I did use my grandmother to help me persuade them. That helped.</p>