Sometimes you just need to rip that bandaid off. It sucks--and you know it's going to hurt--but you also know that drawing it out and taking your time about things will only make it worse. So, yesterday morning I picked at an upturned end until i could get a good grip and: RIP!
By all that, of course, I mean to say that yesterday morning I told my parents that I'm moving to Portland, OR sometime within the next 3 months. I sat there in their living room searching my brain for the proper words. I couldn't find them. I waited and watched them for the perfect time to drop that bomb and it never came. How to approach it? I had no idea... so I ripped at that bandaid.
"I'm moving to Portland," I blurted out.
Things went surprisingly smoothly from there. No one tried to talk me out of it. No one acted hurt or even surprised that I had decided to make this move. Supportive family. I'm not used to that. Perhaps it's finally sinking in that I'm not their little boy anymore. I don't know. Either way, it was a good morning.
Later last night, I was at the bar with my cousins and dropped the bomb on them as well. The response was as I predicted. Amy was happy and supportive, Jenny acted like I was stabbing the family in the back. I knew what to expect and I wasn't hurt by that reaction. It's just her. She'll be fine after it sinks in.
No one in our family ever breaks free... I've been itching to run for years. I haven't felt all that close to them lately, anyhow. Maybe only seeing them a few times a year will help repair that and give me a great appreciation for them when I am around.
Anyway...
Here's a video that has absolutely nothing to do with what I've talked about so far. But I really like it, so NYAAAAH!
Concrete Blonde - "Joey"
By all that, of course, I mean to say that yesterday morning I told my parents that I'm moving to Portland, OR sometime within the next 3 months. I sat there in their living room searching my brain for the proper words. I couldn't find them. I waited and watched them for the perfect time to drop that bomb and it never came. How to approach it? I had no idea... so I ripped at that bandaid.
"I'm moving to Portland," I blurted out.
Things went surprisingly smoothly from there. No one tried to talk me out of it. No one acted hurt or even surprised that I had decided to make this move. Supportive family. I'm not used to that. Perhaps it's finally sinking in that I'm not their little boy anymore. I don't know. Either way, it was a good morning.
Later last night, I was at the bar with my cousins and dropped the bomb on them as well. The response was as I predicted. Amy was happy and supportive, Jenny acted like I was stabbing the family in the back. I knew what to expect and I wasn't hurt by that reaction. It's just her. She'll be fine after it sinks in.
No one in our family ever breaks free... I've been itching to run for years. I haven't felt all that close to them lately, anyhow. Maybe only seeing them a few times a year will help repair that and give me a great appreciation for them when I am around.
Anyway...
Here's a video that has absolutely nothing to do with what I've talked about so far. But I really like it, so NYAAAAH!
Concrete Blonde - "Joey"
ferretbite:
That went well huh! Good to hear! Portland or bust it is.
dorei:
Good luck in Portland! I hear Oregon is quite lovely.