Growing Up

Today wasn't exactly easy for me. I'm kind of a mama's boy.

After riding with mom all the way from Chicago to Buffalo the past 3 days, I had to say goodbye this morning. It wasn't easy.

Tears were shed, hugs were had. Here I am, almost 23 years old, standing outside the terminal entrance and openly sobbing. But man, knowing this was it...that I'd be leaving my family behind for three months and entering a new world where I have no connections and no idea of what to expect brought out a flood of emotions.

I know, lots of kids my age are living on their own, or studying abroad for entire semesters (like my twin cousins). Like I said earlier, though, I'm a mama's boy. It's not easy for me to leave the comforts of home.

I'm excited for New York. I feel very strongly that God wants me here, and I can't wait to see what plans He has for me here (hopefully something more than sitting in a McDonalds to use their wifi without buying anything....I know, I'm a rebel).

I've had a great voyage to New York so far. Spending two days in the car with my mom was a lot of fun. The front office staff of the Doubledays (GM, asst GM, and 7 interns) are all nice people, and I look forward to getting to know them better.

sheesh...this McDonald's is now playing "Homesick" by MercyMe....help me out here people! I'm trying to be tough!

I know once the season gets going, I'll be much better. I'll be traveling, I'll be researching teams and players, and I'll be extremely busy. But for the first night in New York, I'm hit with the realization that even at age 22, leaving Steve, Mindy, Lindsey, Jenny, Kelly, the little boys and their not so little fathers, isn't exactly easy.