It has been quite a journey with our children.
Our oldest, son Chase, began his journey in Boston, at Berkeley School of Music (and then the world).
Our daughter, on no less an illustrious path, first with a bachelors in Business from Tulane University, and then a post-bac in Science from Loyola in Chicago, on her way to receiving a DVM from Ohio State University, is in tow.
While Chase was in Boston, I discovered the Eliot Hotel, which turned out to be the best place in the Universe to visit our son (and hang your hat on the way to Europe, and then again, on your return).
“So wonderful to see you again Mrs. Nicholl. Did you enjoy your visit for Thanksgiving with your daughter in France?’.
“Why yes I did. Do you have a very dry white ready for me in my rooms?”.
“Yes, we do. And plenty of ice”.
“Is this the same suite that you’re willing to forego your ‘Smoking Policy’ on?”.
“Why, yes it is”.
“Perfect. You remember that I tip well?”.
“Yes, we do”.
“Is there anything else we can do for you?”.
“Don’t wake me ’till noon even if the fire alarm goes off. I have a 3’oclock flight. I’d like to be on it”– Or, something like this from a Betty Grable movie.
I always loved Betty.
Anywho, our youngest, daughter Bryn, has left Chicago for Columbus, Ohio, to earn her DVM at The Ohio State University, and I committed (like any good mother would) to helping her move (which translates to bleeding from the wrists) to her new apartment.
After a four day moving delay, the threat of breach of relocation contract, sleeping on floors, two nights at a Hilton, one night at a friends, and pillows from KMart, we finally got her settled and I returned to my beloved New Orleans, the husband, the cats, and a load of laundry, with a smile on my face, and a tear for Chicago.
Oh, how you shall be missed.