In the last six months my parents have moved to Texas and my brother has moved to Denver. I am suddenly the last member of our very close family living in the desert. I don’t like it. Not one bit.
I’d love to play tough and tell you that this mid-20 something gal doesn’t need her mommy nearby occasionally, but that would be bunk. My mom is one of my best friends, and while we definitely drive each other crazy at times, I really do miss her presence. Same goes for my Papi, who was my swimming buddy. Mostly, I miss our Sunday night family routine of bbq, eating on the patio and watching TV or playing a board game together. On a good week, my brother would be home from college and the Trivial Pursuit would take on a new competitive edge.
But as of yesterday, my lone sibling packed his mini-van to the gills and gleefully hit the highway headed toward the Rockies.
Perhaps a touch too gleeful for my liking.
And yet, I don’t think anyone had the heart to tell him that the Rocky Mountain High they sing about perhaps isn’t the one he was hoping for.
I’ll miss you Cody. Do great things in Denver and know I’m rooting for you.