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He's not coming home.

My son, who has spent the summer in NY working and planning with his team for next year in Abu Dhabi, is busy.

He is busy because he's shouldering increasing amounts of responsibility, and is stepping up and managing it well.

This has earned him two promotions in as many years, and bodes well for his future at NYU.

He is buried because his former boss, who no longer works for NYU, has left a steaming pile of bureaucratic crap to clean up, and my son is the designee for said cleanup.

Which speaks to his dedication and focus on the well being of the organization for which he has chosen to work.

But which totally sucks when you're his Mom, and you were hoping to spend a few hours over a few days sharing time, laughs, meals, and catching up again.

Cuz that's not happening now, at least until the holidays.
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