Delusion of omnipotence, I guess

...thing is, emigrating is essentially a selfish decision.

There can be hundreds of reasons to move to a different country - better work opportunities, wider horizons if you' re of the Livingstone kind, affections and love, and so on.
Apart from a few that I don't need to mention (war? hunger? poverty?) and that obviously don't apply to my little corner of the web, most of the reasons that that can push a person like me to leave an after all comfortable situation and move to a new place are decidedly selfish.

Let me explain: since I decided to move up north, that is since way before I actually did it, a part of me keeps feeling deliciously (?) guilty. Because my decision did not only change my own life but also that of the people around me, who love me and whom I love. Because I am an only child and grandchild and niece, and my absence (I pride myself in believing) from the life of some people is noticeable. And they have to deal with it without getting a new life for the trouble.
Because relationships have necessarily changed, not for the worse but still changed: I have - we all have - lost the habit to a daily shared life. I no longer can call my parents from the car as I'm driving back from work and chat about nothing in particular, we all call less often for obvious reaons and instinctively try to make every call remarkable - with news, or a thought, or a discussion, anything.
And I find myself happy - very happy of this new life that we are building day by day - and at the same time aware that the life of a number of people has changed because of a decision that I took, and has not changed for the better. And I owe my happiness also to all of them, who shut me up when I try to comfort them (or myself?) and explain to me that it's high time I stopped feeling responsible for other people's lives, that I am not God after all.

It's just that sometimes this being rational business is just a tad too hard for me. I love you all, a lot...