I’ve discovered that leaving your last born child at a college almost a thousand miles away from where you are currently living sucks! We moved him into his new college luxury apartment with the private bedroom today. We got his ID card, we paid his fees, made trips to Target, went back to the apartment and said goodbye. And…I…Cried on the way back to the hotel. And I cried not for my son, who is nervous because his financial aid package hasn’t been processed by the financial aid dept yet, I’m confident that he is going to be just fine. I cried because I know how much I’m going to miss him. I cried because both he and his sister have moved from my home within two months time, I cried he’s going to be too far away to come home for the weekend. I cried because I can feel the loneliness already.
Is this empty nest syndrome? Suddenly being sassy and single doesn’t seem so cool anymore. My desire to be nestled back in the foothills of North Carolina is so strong that it’s a physical pain as I prepare to drive north tomorrow morning and leave it and my son behind…
