When we lived in our apartment the ritual was no less epic, but instead of walking for a couple of blocks to the bus stop before disappearing from sight, Taro would be gone as soon as the elevator arrived. To compensate for the speediness of his departure, he would always get on an empty elevator and then shout "LOVE YOU" back at us all the way down, six stories.
One morning during the usual ruckus, one of our neighbors appeared in the hallway. I thought she was going to grumpily ask us us to knock it off, but instead she said,
"You have to get this on videotape."
So, for a few weeks I documented the daily goodbyes and compiled them into a little movie. May it brighten your day: