Kepler
Cornell Big Red
My daughter left for college today. I am amazed at how heartbreaking it is. She'll only be three hours away. She'll be back for summers. But she is no longer really living with us.
You know you will still be as connected, and of course you are excited (and fidgety worried) that she's at the start of a new adventure, and yet it takes all the wind out of you.
My wife's been crying a little bit on and off for a week, but it didn't get me until this morning when I packed her last things in her car that the patter of feet and the maddeningly terrible music and the dishes piling up to impossible heights will not be there -- time vacuums them up and leaves a void.
Empty Nest Day should be a deliberately celebrated event, with friends giving you presents, or hugs, or sharing their own stories.
It will pass as soon as the next inevitable small life crisis jumps out of its gopher hole, but for now life is flat, still, and sad.
You know you will still be as connected, and of course you are excited (and fidgety worried) that she's at the start of a new adventure, and yet it takes all the wind out of you.
My wife's been crying a little bit on and off for a week, but it didn't get me until this morning when I packed her last things in her car that the patter of feet and the maddeningly terrible music and the dishes piling up to impossible heights will not be there -- time vacuums them up and leaves a void.
Empty Nest Day should be a deliberately celebrated event, with friends giving you presents, or hugs, or sharing their own stories.
It will pass as soon as the next inevitable small life crisis jumps out of its gopher hole, but for now life is flat, still, and sad.