Here we go again
This time he is heading to a house with four housemates. More stuff. I’m a bit less sad than last year. I know he will survive and thrive. I watched him be responsible last year. Plus, it is the full college experience now. No covid mess! But it is still hard. Because I know it isn’t ever the same. Not really. He changes. We adapt. He “visits” home – on holidays and summers. When he’s home, he misses school. Ouch. Does he miss home when he’s at school? Doubtful. He’s having too much fun. But neither did I. That’s life. […]
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