It’s very true that it’s different for every family and every student. Here’s my story.
Both of my independent, urban kids wanted to attend schools on the far coast. One went to a rural LAC, and the other to an urban university. I was confident that they could handle themselves, as they had been taking public transportation to their HS for four years, and were quite city savvy.
When the first kid in the rural location experienced real seasons (not just fog, sun and drought…) for the first time, she mailed me an envelope full of red leaves and was thrilled that she could see them in person, rather than in a photo. Snow was more of a challenge, but she was able to adjust. She also determined early on that for grad school, she’d be coming back to our home city if possible. Fortunately, her educational experiences prepared her to gain admittance to the school of her choice - mere miles from our house.
The second kid chose an urban school, albeit a larger urban area. She loved her time there and stayed for another couple of years after graduation before moving back home to go to grad school.
Unfortunately, she did have a significant medical issue as a Freshman.
We were in contact via phone, and with the assistance of the school, she went to a specialist. She then called me from the dr’s office, who advised her go to the hospital to be admitted through the ER. I was terrified, but this also could have happened if she were a few hour’s drive away.
I was fortunate to have a number of airline frequent flyer miles saved up, and made a bee-line to the airport and got on a red-eye and flew across the country. It took me exactly exactly 9 hours from the doctor’s phone call, to sitting at her bedside at the hospital. Ironically, although I flew across the country and took a taxi directly from the airport to the hospital, when I got there she was still in an ER bay, having yet to be admitted as there were no free beds. She was finally admitted, got the treatment she needed and was back in class in a few days. I then flew home.
We now laugh that a large part of her undergrad experience was learned during that hospital experience, not in the classroom. She learned that she could recognize and seek appropriate assistance when there was an issue. She learned that not all administrative processes are successful and how to advocate for herself. Most importantly, she learned that a hospital setting was not what she wanted in her career after all, and ended up changing majors. The second irony is that she ultimately got her master’s in public administration, as her way to ‘fix’ systems from within.
The net result for both kids was that they grew and matured in environments that helped them to grow and mature. They gained the ability to traverse hardships and successes in supportive undergrad environments. For our family, allowing them to experience very different environments and very different people, helped them to become the adults they are today.