Cheesy time. I feel like college kids appreciate their mothers more; I guess we’ve all matured and no longer have that pent up teenage aggression. Well…
It’ll be the first time, that I’m not going to the airport with my parents. It feels kind of strange probably because seeing them off was always a love/hate kind of thing, but I still wish I could be there this time. I won’t be there to see them off or pick them up this time.
I remember all those nights going to LAX and saying goodbye to them; it always made me want to cry. When I was young, I was more comfortable showing my sadness, and when I got older, I waited until I was back in the car with my siblings or at home in my bed to cry. It never got easier. And I remember all those afternoons going to LAX to pick my parents up; they always took forever to walk out of that terminal, and every time they did, they looked obviously older from the last time I saw them.
Every time they were gone, I felt a void inside of me, and I wonder if I’ll feel it again this time. We’re already separated by land, so will the sea make a difference? Probably.
Just when I thought that it was over; I think it’s never going to be over. At least, they’ll only be gone for only 2 months this time. I should be okay.