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6.19.2004 Waving Goodbye to Mom

June 18, 2004 - Today was my last official day living in New York City. Elizabeth and Megan had already moved over to Houston before me, and I have been commuting back and forth weekly to finish up some consulting work in Midtown.

This morning was unlike any other Friday morning, leaving my parents' house in Brooklyn, waving goodbye to my mother, then getting into the car with my father, who'll drive me to work, cause I have too many bags to carry. I would be taking the bus instead. Later that day, I would depart to the airport in a taxicab straight from work. This was the weekly routine where I would then fly back from Houston and see them again on Sunday night.

Like I was saying, this morning was different. I wasn't going to be returning on Sunday. I wasn't going to return back and rightfully calling this my *home* anymore. I knew that as soon as I left the front door, I would have to wave goodbye to my mom in a different fashion - probably one that I've never known before.

I wasn't sure how this was going to sit with me. I've tried mentally preparing for this moment for months, but I knew it was going to be no use disguising my missing them. No matter how many business plans I can throw together - no matter how much I can justify that it'll be a better lifestyle for Elizabeth, Megan, and I - it just didn't matter when it comes down to this. I was leaving my parents by moving away.

I knew my mother was sad just by her expression. There was no hiding this, but her words were kind and she knew that this was probably the best thing for her son. I guess that's part of being a parent - something that I will probably learn one day as well.

I gave her a hug and told her I love her. She stood behind the screen door that reflected brightly from the sunlight and watched as I entered the car. She smiled to me kindly as I waved goodbye again. I couldn't help it. I tried to hide my emotions, but little tears ran down my cheeks like morning dew on a leaf.

The car rolled out of the driveway and we slowly drifted up the road.

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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...




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