The weather forecast calls for sleet and pouring rain.
An email from The New York Times alerts me to the possibility of a delayed paper.
It doesn't matter. I am still going.
The train ride to Phila is only an hour and twenty minutes. I leave in drizzly weather and arrive to sunshine.
I am meeting Alexander for lunch before he leaves. Tomorrow he takes off for Austin Texas. Or more literally, drives off. He couldn't be more excited.
After almost six years in Philadelphia, he has accepted a job at Bowery Valuation in Austin. He has an apartment with a good friend (which came slightly before the job offer). He couldn't be more thrilled. About the job. About the city. And about his living situation.
So I am for him.
Austin is far away. 1,749 miles, to be exact. If I want to see him, I can't just jump on a train or take a bus.
But part of being a parent is wanting what your child wants. And being happy when they get it.
We have a quick lunch at a place called The Love. The cold-but-sunny weather does not deter us from eating outdoors. The little enclosed hut is surprisingly warm. And the food we choose is fattening but great.
Despite my son having told me, "I have too much to do. I'd love to see you, but seriously don't have time," I think he's genuinely glad I came. He tells me he is.
New adventures await him. I pray they are all good.
And that it's not too long before we share another meal.
