I Am Not the First Nor Will I Be the Last

Your unique insight into a common experience makes that experience a one and only, personal high/low, emotional tornado that you alone live through . . . along with everyone else.

D. and I joined thousands of other parents as we moved our student into his new home, in the dorm, for the next school year . . ., nine months . . ., six hours . . , away.

Although my anticipation for the weekend was one of dread the move-in went very smoothly.  The staff at the dorm facility was well versed, well organized and well placed throughout the building to move the dolly's, boxes and bodies along.  This was not their first rodeo.

The area meant to accommodate two, full grown, young men and their; computers, multiple screens, guitars, speakers, clothes, electronics and personal items is small but adequate.  Math classes were put to the test as measurements were taken, schematics were drawn and redrawn, furniture moved and moved again.  The final configuration given approval by both parties, beds made, computers set up and clothes hung.  Home sweet home.

One more meal together, pictures taken and a final hug that has to last me until Parent's Weekend.

There's nothing left but to represent.

Pictures by:
collegebedlofts.com
blog.manhattanministorage.com
desitub.com