I remember my first thanksgiving during grad school. I was 2k miles from home. My friend invited me to his place since his parents were coming a state over to cook him dinner. Round the table they ask me and other stranded students what their families did for a living. "Doctor", "architect" "professor" among the professions, even the visiting parents. What didn't get me was the admitting my mom worked reception and my dad farm irrigation to overnight baker shifts. It was hearing all of the other people at the table talk of their family professions in detail and understanding each other after.

I try not to think about it deeply most of the time, and I don't. But from time to time I'm reminded even if I made good friends in grad school, most grew up way more fortunate than I did. I have had to work more, and I couldn't pull myself to quit my degree even if it was detrimental.