I’m down to my last day in Framingham. Yesterday my parents and I hosted a goodbye brunch for family and friends, and it was the best brunch a Jewish girl could have asked for: good people, good bagels and schmear, and of course, a cake decorated to look like the Nicaraguan flag. Ah, bliss. But all good things must end, and saying goodbye was really tough. I think my family is having a competition to see who can make me cry the most. So far Grandma Dot and Ariel are tied for first place, but points also go to Nadine and Dad for catching my elusive tears on film. I should have invested in waterproof mascara…jerks.
So as you may have guessed, I repeated the word “goodbye” a lot at my goodbye brunch. So much so that it reminded me of the children’s story, Goodnight Moon, in which the word “goodnight” is repeated incessantly throughout the story. So here’s a little take on that story, but my story is called, Goodbye Room:
Goodbye sleeping till noon.
And the words “see you soon.”
Goodbye Breakfast Club poster above my head.
Goodbye pale skin.
Goodbye Trader Joe’s coffee in a tin.
Goodbye big screen TV.
Goodbye orange autumn trees.
Goodbye everything I know.
And goodbye Dad.
Goodbye all the good times we’ve had.
And goodbye sisters.
Goodbyes are sad.
Goodbye Dad’s Scout.
Goodbye cold air.
Goodbye to everyone everywhere.
My last day will be spent wearing my fuzzy pink socks with slippers, taking one (or two) hot showers, getting lunch with Grandma Gloria at the Wayside Inn, meeting my baby cousin Tyler for the first time, and getting dinner at Publick House, my favorite Brookline establishment.
Nicaragua, here I come.