We left him full of enthusiasm for the year ahead. I'm so happy for him. I am so going to miss him . . . again . . . Does it ever get easier?
I made my husband pull to the side of the road today so I could take this picture. It is the first image you see when you get off the highway on the way to NIU. DeKalb is known for its corn. There are fields of it everywhere you look.
By the time we left, his dorm room had been transformed into a very personal space. It was cozy and efficient and full of John. The place vibrated with his energy. I can just picture him now sorting through his stuff, organizing it, settling in . . . This past week he had turned my dining room into a staging area, putting all the things he was planning to take with him all over the room . . . boxes, boxes everywhere . . . and now it's all empty . . .And the summer is only half done . . . and I go back to work tomorrow . . . life goes on . . .
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Sounds like he is pretty squared away! It has to make it easier, knowing that he is hitting the ground running and organized. And no, it doesn't get any easier. You just get used to it.
Awwww. I know it's hard. But you should be proud that you raised such a fine young man!
Isn't it amazing how independent and organized our kids are when they 'have' to be!?! My daughter went to Brown Univ. for a summer program this year and I actually got to witness how self-sufficient she could actually be. One more year of high school and then I'm just going to die from lack of sleep. It hits me at night - worrying if she is safe and sound, making good friends, yadda yadda yadda. I do hope it gets a little better.
The summer has gone by quickly. We wish John the best in his new school year.
He'll be totally fine, but your life will keeping changing. You move into different chapters, not necessarily preferred by any means, but still very good in their own right. You have all the reason in the world to have tremendous confidence in John! I love the shot of "DeKalb," having lived there for a year before moving to ND, doing an internship after my Masters. The photo brings back fond memories of those fields. . . .
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