I really didn't mind not going along... I knew they could handle it without me.
And if one of us was going to pick the apartment without the other, better him than me.
Yes, I said apartment.
The time has come... for the future to begin. I have been holding on for this very moment... anticipating it with great joy and relief. But tonight... after a couple quick messages, fewer pictures, and a signed lease, I can barely breathe.
My heart aches. Tears are stinging and I refuse to let them fall.
How can I feel so sure she needs to be away and so unsure about sending her off at the same time?
I wonder how much knowledge I can fit into one month. One.
In a fit of swallowing hard and holding back tears I type out a desperate note to my forever friend... i am freeeeaaaaa-king out. And she replies with the words I need most: just breathe. and trust. you've raised her well. she will be okay. you can do this and you will be in awe of her. i promise.
She would know.
With daughters only six months apart, she has been my go-to girl... for sixteen years.
When they arrived home from making their way up the state and back, I was glad for safe and sound. But more glad for the look in her eye. You are excited? She might have said yes, but I was so enthralled with the glow of her face that I only read her answer. And so in one short month, we will stack boxes and memories and love into the back of the car, and head off for her next adventure. And though it is only a month, and communication between there and here can be instant, the last two sentences in this post remind me that I've been preparing for this moment forever...
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.