Over the last couple of weeks I have been packing my whole life (other than my winter wardrobe) into containers, boxes, and my memory. Leaving "the nest" for the first time as the first child is a bit scary, but don't get me wrong I am so ready. As I go through all of my belongings from my room, I begin to remember, and partially wonder, why I have so many absurd things saved; then I remember where I inherited this skill from.
Dad, we are quite similar, even though I don't like to admit it. I have your personality, your love for food, your serious attitude, and your need to hoard miscellaneous childhood items that no longer have any importance or relevance.
One of your best qualities is your extent of life experiences. You have traveled, attended college and graduate school, and had your fair share of girlfriends (before you met mom of course). Not until this year have I been able to see beyond your tough skin, solely because I have the same skin.
While looking for schools to apply to, you always made sure that I: kept state schools in mind, made sure to see if the programs had what I wanted, apply to a reach, and always (you mentioned this a lot) look for scholarship opportunities. And thank goodness you wouldn't leave me alone about the scholarship stuff, without you I honestly don't know if I would've applied for many.
As I wrap up my last few days in this house where you and mom raised me, I think about all of the endless opportunities you both awarded to me. Any and every extracurricular activity I wanted to participate in, somehow the both of you made it work (yes, even with three kids). The luxury of going on vacation (in the tri-state area) annually was always a blast. And making me the eldest of three and allowing me to experience taking care of my younger siblings. I attribute those years of my life to my interest and destiny to pursue a career in nursing. And I thank you for making me take care of my money, I know I will use the skills you have shared with me for my whole life.
As this letter comes to an end, I want you to know that I am so thankful for all you have given not only to me but to our family these past 18 years. With all of the experiences, advice, and wisdom you have shared with me in the past year, I now know I am ready to excel in college. With just a few days to spare, it's crazy to think I won't be waking up to a house full of family, but instead a room with one other person. Don't forget, I will always be the little girl who sat on the counter watching you make pizza.
I hope this letter shows some of my gratitude to you,
Your Eldest
