My answer is: Not that hard really.
He was ready.
We were ready.
So last Sunday we packed the car...
And said goodbye to Peter and The Littles...
(Pierce was inside, looting what was left in Gordon's room)....
And got ready to drive the mere 296 miles to Potsdam New York.
Seems like a nice enough place. At least until the snow starts round about September 1.
The people sure were friendly. Here is another freshman helping schlep all the stuff into the room....
OK this was the hard part. The dorm room. Not so different from the one that I occupied my freshman year at Gettysburg. Same cinderblock walls. Same industrial strength bed and desk.
What is different is it's 30 years later (nearly to the day). How could time pass so quickly? I still feel like the same girl on the inside. The wrapper's just a little wrinkled.
It didn't take long to get him settled. I got ready to say goodbye.
What I didn't count on was my jealousy.
I'd like to be 18.
And 118 pounds.
Living in a freshman dorm.
Eating 3 meals a day in a cafeteria where I don't have to shop for, cook or clean up ANYTHING.
Filling my brain with exciting new knowledge.
I just wanted to tell him: enjoy every moment. These four years will be gone in a flash. Hopefully he will make friends and memories to last a lifetime. Maybe he'll even find a spouse.
I can't wait to see this view again through my windshield
and not my rear view mirror.