My youngest son, Tad, graduated from college in May and started his career at a bank a few weeks later. He trained back east for six weeks, then moved to Los Angeles. Steve and I drove down to help him set up his apartment. Below is a scene outside of the motel where we stayed . . . beautiful Los Angeles! (Not!) Let’s just say that it is a city that takes getting used to.
Day One of the first day of the rest of his life.
Tad didn’t have his car yet (our daughter was driving it to him from Northern California), so we had to drop him at his workplace in our mini-van. Kind of a throwback to the hundreds (thousands) of school drop-offs that had happened in my beloved mini-van.
Another throwback . . . Tad wanted us to drop him off a block away from work.
Sort of surreal . . . my son is now working in a very serious-looking high-rise. His fiance, Sarah, said that it was like he had jumped five years in the last two months. He went from living in a beat up college house with a bunch of guys in flip flops to wearing a suit and tie to work in a skyscraper.
Picking Tad up after the first day at the office. Suit coat already off. Note that Mom and Dad are stationed a block away again in the mini-van. We’re cool with that. 🙂