Coming to You Live from Detroit Metropolitan Airport!
Well, here I am, sitting in the terminal, bound for my new city. My boyfriend will pick me up, we’ll grab my checked-in bags with a combined weight of 85 pounds, and off we’ll go to watch me stress out a bit more. Whaddya mean, I need to find an apartment? Whaddya mean, I need to start a new job? Whaddya mean, I need to furnish my new apartment, pay renters’ insurance, commute to work, and actually be a responsible adult? I thought the hardest part was over–leaving my family, that is.
As much as I want to start something new in my life, it is hard to say goodbye. Saying goodbye to my family just a few minutes ago was not easy–my mom was a mess and the woman always makes me cry. Little Brother M also started crying, while Sister V held up quite admirably (she was, she told me, sad to see my hair dryer go). I am super-geeked to be one my way, but leaving my wonderful parents and my siblings who rock the casbah is not easy. At all. But I love them, I’ll visit, and they’ll visit and I cannot wait to take my mom to the local Catholic sites. The woman will be in heaven.
But of course, I need to do this, and they understand. And I need to stop before I burst into tears here at the terminal.
I am very happy, though. As heartbreaking as it is to leave my family, I am absolutely happy. And I know they’re happy for me.
We miss you!
Miss you guys, too!
A year later and I still don’t miss you at all. :)