Oh my goodness...
DS22 is leaving for Chicago today. He will be working at a non-profit through Americorps. He has most of his worldly possessions packed into a rental truck. He and his college roommate are going to take 3 days to drive from DFW to Chicago to move my DS22 into his new 450 SF studio apartment, then his friend will fly to San Antonio next week where he is going to grad school.
I am nervous and scared and excited. DS22 just called me and was having a momentary breakdown in the laundry room. I told him everything would be fine and he would do great. He sucked it up and is grabbing the final things to head out of town.
Someone needs to tell me that I told him the truth and he will be fine.
He will come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, we will visit over spring break and he will go with us on vacation next summer (TBD). His placement is only for 12 months, so he will get a job next fall or go to grad school. He wanted a year "off" / adventure and this is it.
It is just overwhelming at the moment and I feel like I am pushing him out of the nest. All good things, but it is breaking my heart.
On the other hand, by the time I was 22 I was married, had a baby, had graduated from college and been living on my (our) own for 3 years. I guess there is a big difference between going alone and going with someone you know has your back. KWIM?
He is going to text me when he gets to Little Rock...it is going to be a long afternoon.
