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Published: January 9th 2012
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I leave in a few days, as anyone reading this is well aware. However, surprisingly I had not cried or freaked out at all since deciding to go on this China trip almost eight months ago.
That changed tonight.
I was sitting, covered by a warm blanket, with Nick and Eliot in my living room. I was trying to convince Eliot to see me off early (5 AM) before my flight. I told him that he should come, but that I was not sure if I would cry or not. Eliot bet me money that I would. He said he would bet me any amount of cash, and if I did not cry, and that he would double whatever I bid. I, being the strong (obstinent) individual that I am, told him that I would not cry.
Nick scoffed. He said he would lay a large sum of money down as a bet. I argued with them for a few minutes. The boys argued about how me crying because of movies was different/the same to me crying about leaving. Then Eliot piped up "But Taryn, you will be leaving your family, and you will be doing everything alone.
(Dramatic thought provoked echo) "You will be doing everything alone."
The moment he said it fat tears began welling up in my eyes. The boys were flabbergasted. They rushed around attempting to stop me from crying (and laughing in bemusement at my own pathetically dramatic tears). But to no avail. I wept. Eliot came over and gave me a peck on the cheek and soothed me like the amazing brother he is- by supplying me with Kleenex. Nick, flustered by my tears (however, relieved that they were not caused by him) tackled me and began repeating "You won't be alone! You won't be alone!"
The situation was so hilarious, and had sped out of control so quickly, that we were all giggling as I also sobbed into my tissue. It was the best way to freak out, sitting there in my pajamas in a warm living room, surrounded by comfort and love. It made me really think about how much I have, and about how much I will appreciate it when I will not have it so conveniently available. These are the lessons one is supposed to learn along the way, but if you have a brother (or a family) as affectionate and caring as mine, you don't even have to cross your doorstep.
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Thanks, Now I'm Crying
Oh, Taryn. Think of us as your fellow travelers like Lord of the Rings. We are your hobbits, though not always with you, always with you.