Dear Mom and Dad,
You might remember a phone call back in 2013 when I was living and working in NYC. I think I recall eating a waffle off a food truck, walking to work on a Saturday absolutely in love with my life. And I had called to tell you just that.
Well, it was way too early in the morning in New Jersey for a call when I started thinking about this, (plus I think a call at this hour would scare you into thinking it was an emergency), but I wanted to let you know that, again:
I am SO happy. And THANK YOU.
Thank you so much for your unending support. Thank you for not dismissing this as a phase, or reacting to my acceptance into Remote Year with a dismissive scoff. I know there’s a fear level when your oldest child is an ocean away, but thank you for not reacting with horror when she first called to say she would be traveling to Vietnam, Cambodia, and Malaysia and what do you guys think? Thank you for supporting my efforts to find remote work, and thank you for believing that I could. Thank you for letting me move home for a few months before leaving. Thank you for letting me invade your wine closet. Thank you for helping me unload the U-Haul and for storing all of my possessions for the year. Thank you for the phone calls and visits before I knew about Remote Year, when I was feeling a bit lonely and purposeless. Thank you for bringing me up to be curious, confident, and captivated by what the world has to offer. Thank you for encouraging my independence, always. Thank you for valuing travel and coming to visit me this year. And probably most of all: Thank you for not starting your kitchen reno project until after I left.
Love you so much.