As the Sun Sets Slowly in the West, I Bid a Fine Farewell.

Giiiiize!  It's happening!  I am relocating to my new place tomorrow.  It's gonna be a new adventure and I'm transplanting myself into new surroundings, new energies...a whole new hustle.  It's an area I've always loved, been drawn to and most of all one of my most favorite cities I've ever lived.  I'm transporting back to my 90's hey day, but with a whole new urban twist and new era.  I will miss country living, the cows, the horses, the huge open green pastures.  The bonfires, fresh cut grass and seeing every single star in the sky twinkle brightly at night.  In turn, I will gain new opportunities, new cultures, new cuisine, love of the fine arts, fine music, river walking night life, the longest continuous sidewalk in the entire world (that's right...the world!) and a city a buzz with excitement. I managed to find a place in the city with a wood burning fire place, so I can take a little bit of that country smell with me.  And you betta believe my boots are coming, too.  

This morning, I was sipping on my coffee in front of the keyboard thinking "WOW".  How nice it's been staying with my parents.  Nothing soothes a troubled heart like reversing the clock and going back home.  I sincerely enjoy the company of my parents.  We are each other's OG cheerleaders.  The Original Gangstas...Bill & Judy.  The one's who believe in me and think I can conquer the world.  My peeps.  Or more appropriately I am their peep.  Talk about living around FUN people who are consistently happy and adorable.  My wish is that everyone be so lucky to have parents like mine.  I ponder the coming of an end of a healing quarter (actually a smidge longer than 3 months).  As if on cue, I hear my parents bedroom door open as I think on all the day to day things I will miss about being there.  Good ole Pops, reminding me why it's healthy to leave the nest just as I did at 22 yrs old for the first time.  OMG.  EVERYTHING he does is so disruptively & unnecessarily loud!

Every cabinet, every drawer, every door is YANKED open and SLAMMED shut.  Every action is completed in a multi series of aggressive verbs.  He can’t grab the pot and lid at the same time. Each item is grabbed separately and unsystematically.  When he’s home, you hear him zig zag all over the house like an ADHD kid on his 2nd Red Bull.  I can hear him across the house in his closet.  Slamming that hanger so hard onto the rack, I swear that rack is coming out of the wall.  This guy takes pills LOUDLY.  The only person I know who can make cotton balls LOUD.  

He also has no ability to keep thoughts.  Every thought that pops into his head, he has an immediate need to blurt it out.  He starts mid sentence like you've been in his head with him the entire time and know exactly what his vague reference implies.  He can get impatient if you don't zero right in on what he's referring to.  Not because he's rude, he's far from it!  It's just because he's already moved on to his next thought and now he has to circle back to get in tune with me.  Sometimes discussions with him make me feel like he's wireless and I'm on a dial up modem waiting for connection.  Beep, boop, ding, gurgle, swish, swoosh, ratta ma tatta TING TING TING!  "OHHHH, you mean the recovery from Chicago, Dad?  OK, I'll call Vic's Towing tomorrow".  If it’s an actionable item, he wants it executed right when he thinks of it.  There’s no demarcation of time between the business and home.  I guess that's why he's been so successful - he's a mover and a shaker.  Not afraid to make a decision or roll the dice.  Always got money on his mind & his mind on money.  Always thinking about how to make life good for his Queen (my absolutely beautiful and unbelievably generous Mom).  No lists of things to be tackled tomorrow, it’s gotta be the moment he thinks of it. Watching a movie?  No matter.  About to find out who the murderer is on the Dateline special after 2 hrs on pins and needles?  No matter.  Working out?  No matter.  Trying to go potty?  No matter.  Bill don't care bout dat, he's gots stuffs on his mind! 

I was thinking oh noooo, I won’t be around them all the time.  I won’t know what they’re eating, when they go work out, what they’re gonna watch on TV, what they thought of that news story, what funny thought popped into my Mom's head, or what outfit Cutie Judy is wearing that day, if they need a Diet Coke from the garage, or if they need help with laundry.  No more post week wrap up cocktails on the patio as we watch the sun fade and the dogs play in the yard. 

But then that bedroom door swung open, slammed against the back side and I thought oh sweet Jesus, it will be so nice to not have my psyche rattled with every single gesture, thought or movement.  No more wondering if there's a train  running directly through the middle of the house (Naw, man, that's just Bill).  Ahhhhh, can’t wait.  Quiet will be nice.  And maybe a lil weird.