Hi, my name is Melissa B., and I'm an Empty-Nester. For the second time around.
In the spirit of Deja Vu All Over Again, we have both been here before. Of course, 4 years ago the transition from high school to college was a tad scary. This time around we both anticipated a less-bumpy ride.
Our moving-to-college choreography is choice; we've carried our share of baggage~physical as well as emotional~up & down dorm & apartment building steps over the years. And remember, Ella Numera Dos is a college kid now, too, so this Empty-Nester janx is not new to either me or Mr. Fairway.
But this move-in was as different as it was familiar.
Yup. I hauled (almost literally) my Eldest, Ella Numera Una, off to law school this week. Monday & Tuesday were full of moving boxes, waiting for the POD, securing Internet access, scoping out the neighborhood (she lives on a block that features an eclectic combo of more serious grad students & beer pong-playing undergrads), unpacking, taking out the trash, traveling to Target, jackassing more crapola into the apartment, taking out the trash again~for the eight hundred and seventy-seventh time.
All in the name of getting organized. Staying busy. Trying not to think about Wednesday.
Yesterday was Wednesday. Madre Scribe busied herself in the a.m. while Ella Una went to training for her new job. We met for lunch & more errands. I stopped by her pad one more time to help sort thru more clutter. She drove me back to the hotel to pick up the van I'd rented for the move-in.
Then it was time to hit the road. And my all-grown, 22-year-old chica hugged me goodbye.
She cried. I almost cried. She got back in her car to drive away. I started to get in the van to head out of town. She stopped. I stopped. We both got out of our vehicles. We embraced once more & I wiped the tears from her face.
Ella Numera Una called me last nite. She and her roomie had a "bubble wrap popping party" after I left. Shopped for a few essentials, considered cooking dinner, ordered pizza instead. My Chica spent some time re-arranging furniture & hauling yet more trash to the dumpster. She set up her computer & her printer. But she didn't want to part with the bubble wrap. Not quite yet.
I'm flying back to DC today. She's flying solo. I'm proud; she's a little nervous. All is right with the world.