Home is where?P.2

You have always been, and today in this moment my hero. Dad, everything that you have ever done whether I agreed with it or not was in the pursuit of making me somebody who could conquer the world. Somebody whose passion was so intensely personified in everything that I do, to make passion and compassion infectious. I don’t want to leave you or my home and I think that you’re under the impression that I just am chasing what I don’t know, or what I think I want. Of course I could stay and honestly I could be happy with the girl next door, the face that occupied all of my fantasies late at night or in the movies that you know that I love. A big part of the reason I love them so much is because of the possibility of love everywhere you look. That when I wake up in the morning in a new place I don’t know what is going to happen, it’s one of the closest feelings to magic that we can get in our lives. To be blessed with the opportunity of something new and exciting to happen at any moment. I think about how it was for us growing up, how you and mom moved from everything you knew and built something brilliant: a network of people who respect our name and undoubtedly made life more accessible for us. Going to restaurants, stores, or just being in public. Having people stop me or ask me if I was your son, it gave me such a sense of pride. That my parents were the architect of something beautiful and it was for us more than it was for them. I will always appreciate the sacrifice you made, and I think for all the reasons that I could stay. Are the very reasons why I have to leave. You made me believe that I could always be bigger than myself, but that I also rise to my surroundings. A place that treats some of it’s inhabitants like royalty only just adds the notion that we hit our ceiling. But because the roof is transparent we believe that we are in the clouds solely based on the fact that we can see them so clearly. I want to be looking down at them, not eye level and most definitely not up at them. You talked about my kids and how if I’m far away you won’t be prevalent in their lives, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I have maybe seen my grandparents 20 Times in eighteen years, and after I leave them I see them more and more in you and mom. They live in you just like you live in me. Dad, I’m not leaving my home, I can never actually leave because home is who made who I am, and I know who I am. So wherever I go you and mom, my home, will always be with me. So after everything that you said which was all the right things, not that I expected anything less. After the weeks of going back and forth and imagining and reimagining my life. I have to leave, but I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving for you. So that somebody somewhere else has the chance to even get a glimpse of all that you’ve shown me. All that you’ve taught me, it would be so selfish to keep it to myself. No matter how much I want to. So this is goodbye, but only because you did way too good of a job for me not to share it with the world. I love you dad, and mom you’re my home, and I’ll make you proud.