The night before I moved to New York
Posted by keithosaunders on July 9, 2016
The night before I moved to New York City I walked into the living room to discover my brother sitting by himself on the couch. I asked him what he was doing there. A minute went by when he said in a choked voice that he was going to miss me. After 23 years of sharing a room, fighting for stereo supremacy, arguing over what to watch on TV, and competing in cut-throat, sibling rivalry-infused games of basketball, or whatever sport was in season, we were saying goodbye. He broke down in tears, as did I, and we stood together in the darkened living room embracing for the first time ever.
The next day I moved to New York City where I remained for the next 26 years of my life before moving back west to Bay Area some six years ago. During that time I met my wife and we had three children. My brother moved all over the country before settling in Chicago. There he met his wife and had two children.
Now both of our parents are gone and those days when we were a family with all of the security and angst that went along with it are but a distant memory. My oldest son, just as I did in my early 20s, has moved to New York City.
Time is moving too fast.