After years of prepping, months of anxiety, and days of packing, we finally drove the 500 miles needed to drop our firstborn off at college. The car ride was long, and surprisingly quiet. Maybe it was my Fannie Flagg audiobook. (Really good!) Or maybe it was the alarm we all felt that one -- in our neat little family of five -- was about to flee the flock.
The great migration to college begins this week. Bed, Bath and Beyond has been sacked and the booty loaded in the car, so heavily weighted down that the back bumper practically scrapes the ground. Move-in day dawns, inevitably hot and humid, with all the 'stuff' needing to be carried up at least three flights of stairs. That's the easy part.