This is pretty much me and my ds as well. Tryouts for his sport are in a couple of weeks so between classes and sports he will be very busy. I stalked his Twitter and he put an SOS out "because apparently my parents aren't coming to get me this weekend"

but of course I will even though the Turnpike on Labor Day weekend will be a nightmare!
I have been just fine but did text ds that I am going through adjustments too.
Do you mind me asking which school? My DD's at Stockton.
She moved in yesterday. It was so hard. Her best friend came with us to help so that was a great relief. When we got up at 5:30 to start packing the cars, she was really sad and crying. She went and took a 1/2 hr nap and felt much better when she got up.
It was a great ride (approx. 2 hrs) and she DJ'd and played a lot of "our songs" -- Bon Jovi.

Her room isn't much bigger than a prison cell. Of course I always have my camera, but left it in the car so the only pics I have were from my cell phone and really dark. Move in was well organized. We had her bed put at the highest level possible. It's roughly 3 feet off the ground. My 5'1" girl is going to need a higher step stool.
She moved in earlier than the rest of the freshman to attend a outdoor retreat for 2-1/2 days. She was so anxious and sad she didn't want to participate in any of the icebreaking games. She just hung back and cried. I felt bad because she's had separation/anxiety issues in the past. And she had told me prior that when I cry she gets more upset and scared. So while there were moments of my husband crying, and her best friend crying, I only teared up once and then stopped myself. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. And what made it worse was they were not allowed to bring their cell phones to camp, so no contact. They told us if you don't hear from us, all is good. If you do, something bad has happened.
I was even good for the drive home, but once we hit our hometown exit, I started bawling my eyes out. But then I had to come home, get changed and get to a marching band meeting, so I had to suck it up.
Last night my phone rang and it was her. I almost had a heart attack. She said she was fine. That every girl in her cabin brought their cell phone and her counselor felt bad that she wasn't able to reach out, so she let her borrow her phone to call me. I think we both felt so much better after having spoken for 5 minutes. Bless that counselor. She has no idea how she helped us both. I was so grateful to hear that my daughter had eaten and was participating, things she would not do in the past.
So I'm sitting in the house, trying to find something to keep me busy. The silence is deafening. But I know this is normal and I will find my new normal, just as she will. And I think the more time that goes by, the more it will hit me that she won't be home in a few hours or a few days. I have spent 19 years with her as my sole focus. Now what?
