The Victorian house is so beautiful that I would live there.
Junior year moving was so much
easier than freshman move in time. My daughter is now very familiar with the routine of college days. This is her first, as I mentioned, sharing a house with her girl buddies. You could feel the freedom from the front, green porch to the
tree lined back yard, just waiting for a grill and table on the grass, where old and new friends will gather in laughter
and hugs and that good music that only those college kids seem to find!
The excitement
of first house and off campus is even bigger than we imagined. It is terrific. The girls were there and running to the
door to grab her after not seeing each other for months. My arms were full with red and yellow suitcases and an
overloaded purse of crumpled pretzel and nut bags tossed in from the plane delay and long travel, west to east.
They drew straws for who got which room and all were happy with setting up their stuff and moving
on into junior life as roomies.
We got supplies since I had the car, and we met up with the other
moms and girls for great meals and talks about summer and wishes for junior year. I felt proud and honored to be
apart of this first move in off campus.
Flying back alone is never a giggle. I am tired and in that
container of my seat with strangers. I am simply feeling the wonderment of how fast life is moving and how grateful I
am to be a mom
Natalie Caine, M.A. natalie@lifeintransition.org
i am so scared of time going this fast…Do I fear death or endings ..what’s with me. I just want a wall to lean on..I dont like crying when I say goodbye to him..Laura