Yes, it’s the last Friday of summer vacation. Yes, I didn’t get nearly as much done as I planned.
But I’m weepy because a week from today, The Boy is moving out. He’ll be heading to the dorm at UT, which is an hour away, not terrible, but my stomach is in knots and all I want to do is cry. This has been an on-and-off thing for a couple of weeks. I think he’s as prepared as I can make him. Actually, I think if he could move today he would.
I worry that he’ll have trouble adjusting to the big campus, to having a roommate he’s never met, to being a little fish in a big pond. I worry he won’t eat right (not that he’ll eat junk food, but that he won’t get enough protein on his vegetarian diet.) I’m only a little worried he won’t take it seriously enough, because he did have trouble getting in, and this is his dream school. I worry he won’t get an internship at the paper. I worry because our bank doesn’t have a branch in Austin and I don’t know how to transfer money into his account until he can get a job.
I try to tell myself it won’t be bad for me–I won’t lie awake waiting to hear him come home. I won’t have to worry about making vegetarian dishes (MEAT!). He wasn’t home a lot last semester, or even the beginning of the summer, but the past month since his girlfriend left, we’ve had lunch and dinner together almost every day. It might have been easier if we hadn’t.
So in addition to going back to work next week, I’ll be quietly (and maybe not so quietly) freaking out that my one and only baby is leaving the nest.