I went to visit my parents today to see them before I leave for Bali. They’re also letting me borrow a bigger suitcase as well as some other odds & ends like a cord adaptor for my laptop, a laptop bag, and my dad had a shit load of those surgeon masks to cover your nose & mouth with–he says that if I happen to sit next to someone on the plane who’s coughing or sneezing, I should put one on. Hell yeah I will! I don’t care if I look like creepy Jack-O…if it’s going to prevent me from getting sick, I’ll do it!
And then I totally wasn’t expecting this, but they gave me a check to help out with the expenses on my trip! As soon as my mom gave it to me, my eyes instantly welled up. I was just so overcome with gratefulness and gave each of them a big hug. They were so supportive–from my mom helping me to pick out the right suitcase to my dad handing me
all those face masks. I don’t know if it was the sappy classical music that turned on when I started my car or if it’s
because I’m pms’ing, but as we said our good-byes and I drove away, I started crying again.
I think they were tears of thankfulness & gratefulness. I felt like I had my parents’ blessing for this trip. Even as I write that last sentence, I feel my eyes getting wet. It’s not that I was seeking for their approval or anything, but up until today, I hadn’t realized how important this trip means to me. For me, this is a big trip. By “big trip” I not only mean the distance and miles I’ll be flying but I feel like this trip is somehow symbolic of all that I have gone through this past year, all that I have accomplished, AND all that I have to look forward to. It seems to be a culmination of closing one chapter and beginning a new one. And it’s a journey I must I take alone. Whether or not they know that, it doesn’t matter. I feel their love & support for me and that’s all I need. 🙂