We're at my sister's house in Glendale, Az. Yesterday we moved our stuff into our new home in Gilbert, but we're having new carpet put in, so we're not living there until Monday afternoon. This morning my parents loaded up their car and headed back to Texas. I don't know if I can handle this.
In 34 years of life, I've never lived more than a half hour away from my parents, and most of the time my mom's parents, too. Whether Missouri or Texas, we were always together. Now, we've up and moved to the desert without them.
I don't think most people understand why I feel the way I do. Most people get married and leave their parents, often moving far away from the beginning. It hasn't been that way for me. They've always been there. For every birth, every triumph, every sorrow, my mom and dad have been there. They're truly like a second set of parents for my kids. They've taken our vacations with us, and have just been wonderful through it all. My mother is truly my best friend. There's no one I'd rather go grab lunch with, or run to Kohl's with.
I thought I wanted this. To branch out on my own, and make my own way. To establish myself apart. But right now, I don't know if I can handle it. Right now I feel like my insides are falling out. My heart aches, and even though I'm not really "crying", the tears won't stop. They just keep coming.
I expect this to pass. I know that most people live this way, and they're all O.K., but right now I just want my mom and dad.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for everything. And please, if you don't mind, could you start looking for a job in Phoenix? I'd really appreciate it.