Monday, September 5, 2016

School starts tomorrow here, in my town

But not in my house.  There is no local school child in my house this year.  First time since 1994, I believe.  Yes, that's about right, since my first kindergartener is 27.  It is an adjustment in this house.  Not just the back to school shopping, since I did that a couple of weeks ago in prep for moving our last college student to Florida.  We took a fast drive of over 1000 miles to get him there for Monday morning, did the parent stuff, then worked our way back home.  But that was then, and tomorrow the buses from school will NOT stop at my house.  There is a bit of sadness in this, but also that freedom of starting another stage of life.  Here's a picture of Bert on the sands of Daytona Beach.

 On our last night in Daytona, we took skipped a freshman and parents social, and instead took Bert to Joe's Crab Shack, to fully get him kicked off as a Daytona Beach resident...
We are all wearing our Embry-Riddle shirts as we enjoy some crabby dip and other fishy food.  So off we go....on a new adventure...
Things I've noticed so far...the leftovers are still in the fridge...tripping over a few less shoes...the boys' room still smell a little like a locker room...the dogs take up more space...the milk expires before it is gone...there are leftovers...it is a bit quieter....the pile of laundry is a bit smaller....
It'll be OK.  This is the way life is supposed to go.  All birdies out of the nest.  We had a nice long weekend of camping with dogs who hog the bed...gotta do something about that.  I partnered with the hubby for my first games of cornhole for the year and we won all 3.  Not because of me... but we still won.  Listened to live music at the campground.  It was very good.  We used to have young, new bands at our school often for dances when I was young.  Kids don't know what they are missing these days.
Been going to the chiropractor this past week.  He is trying to get me relief in a couple different places and so far it is working well, so I'm going again tomorrow.  Maybe he can undo the cornhole stiffness...  stuff to do...places to go...lists to make....reading up on bullet journaling to replace my planner...good night...

1 comment:

Susan Anderson said...

It's a bittersweet time. I remember it well.

=)