By Quentin Choy
July 26, 2021
This is more of a personal post, so if you’re only looking for politics or history, move along.
I left Hawai’i for Los Angeles early this morning to attend my dad’s wedding. The lines at Daniel K. Inouye snaked back pretty far as hundreds of tourists made their way back to the mainland.
At 4:30am, there were far more people hustling and bustling than I had expected. My grandparents helped me to check in my bags and make sure I had everything before checking through security.
The night before, my younger siblings and mom came to spend a few hours with me before I left early in the morning. My brother and I played out favorite game, Age of Empires III together. My youngest brother played Wii Sports Resort, and my sister and I played Exploding Kittens the card game.
Even though it was a simple night, it was a lot of fun. It was the perfect final night before heading back to college. After a week in California, I’m flying back to Colorado to get situated before the school year starts.
My family has a tradition to stand just outside of the TSA checkpoint before another friend or family member makes it through. Half of it is probably out of a strong value on family, and the other half is making sure they don’t forget anything.
My grandparents and I prayed for a few minutes for a safe flight, and then it was time to go.
I’ve flown alone several times, leaving my family behind before. I’ve done it six times already going back and forth between Colorado and Hawai’i for college. Despite the number of times I’ve already said goodbye to them, it doesn’t get any easier.
It still hurts to hug them for just a few short seconds before leaving them behind for a few long months. You don’t really appreciate all the little moments and memories you made together until it’s time to say goodbye.
This summer, my family and I made lots of great memories. We went to the beach, visited Pearl Harbor, celebrated the 4th of July, hung out with a good friend, and spent time with my siblings. I even learned how to juggle!
While my family misses me, it’s harder for me since I’m not just saying bye to one person. They all say bye to one person (me), but it hurts a lot saying bye to each of them individually.
Each time I pass through TSA and head toward the gate, I usually just stand for a bit looking out at the planes. It hurts knowing that I won’t see my family for a bit, but it’s always encouraging to know that I’ll see them in just a few months.
I don’t know how often you all have to travel, but if it’s a lot, I know you can relate to the feeling that saying goodbye never gets easier.Follow WeTheCommoners Blog on WordPress.com