I’ve been in Seattle for the past nine days, but most of my friends in both Seattle and New York knew nothing of my plans. I’ve been increasingly private about my personal life, even to close acquaintances, and so advertising to the world that I’ve flying across the country for some downtime seems pretty elementary these days.
Anyway. The past nine days have been the longest I’ve spent in Seattle since moving out to New York, and since the last time I was in town my parents were somewhere in Florida, I decided that this visit was gonna be all about them. They’re flying out on the same night as I am to Bangkok, to start settling into the new condo they purchased as a vacation home there. It will be possibly another year before all four of us - my father, mother, sister and I - are together in the same town, so family time was important.
I’m now sitting at an airport bar trying to articulate my thoughts on everything that has happened in the past week. I’m a little rusty from not writing in many months, and so I’m just spilling everything here, unedited. This visit has made me clear of my parents’ mortality; they aren’t going to be around for much further, and although they are still very much active and kicking, spending this time with them has made me realize that it’s really now time to ‘grow up.’ I finally have that ‘grown up’ job; no fucking around, no fuck-ups.
This will come a lot clearer to me in the coming months, and a whole lots clearer to my readers as well. I’m gonna start *gulp* apartment hunting in New York City.
It’s time to be a grown up and do grown up stuffs.
