Got a golf-cart ride to the dorm… and I sat with my sister for an hour, waiting for Rachel and her dad to get the ok to unload the car. Cried a few times, once heavily.
It was a strange feeling for me. Watching these kids, and the amounts of energy they put forth. You could FEEL the opportunity, the fun, the excitement…. I got caught up in the rush myself, wishing I’d had the chance to experience this when I was her age. So grateful that she is here, part of this…. and yet I’m still terrified to leave her here.
My sunglasses were kept on as we navigated the stairs and halls, and I managed to smile during my silent sobbing.
We unpacked, kind of. Bunked the beds, it took all 4 of us. Later found out maintenance could have done it for us…. something to remember for next time. Decided to get some lunch while her roommate was on her way to the room with her own family. Saying goodbye was not yet imminent, so I was actually hungry…. enjoying the last hours with her.
After eating, a trip to the bookstore, and a trip to Target….all within walking distance of her dorm… we headed back.
Now is the hard(est) part.
I’m crying right now, thinking about it. It still feels so weird that she’s THERE…. for so LONG…… Ugh.
No, she didn’t really push me out the door. She was gracious, telling me I could stay as long as I wanted. But I knew I needed to let her get to it. I knew I needed to go…. but it was hard. Actually harder than I expected. Because it was finally real. My eyes are still puffy. Sunglasses back on, but they kept fogging up as I needed just one more hug, and then just one more hug again…..
We texted as I walked to the car with my sister.
We talked on the phone that first evening-last night. and texted goodnights.
I had a horrible sleep.
She texted this morning that she was still alive. And later, as late as I could possibly stand to wait… I got to see her face again.
One day at a time………