Well, its' done.
I have cried more tears than a body should produce.
Brian and I started crying the morning we left. Looking at this child on the floor with the dogs telling them goodbye, then turning to her big brother and both of them bawling was gut wrenching. I know, it's like a Lifetime movie.
Move in day was another roller coaster. It was 1000 degrees, her room assignment was on the 3rd floor, and when we put the key in the door to her bedroom, the ac was blowing warm air. Needless to say after several trips to the car and up three flights of stairs, we were drenched and pissed.
Me being the menopausal bitch that I am, I hightailed it to the housing office and within the hour we had a new window unit installed.
These pics are terrible but it was as good I could manage.
So yesterday I never got dressed and spent the day deep cleaning her room. I went through all her pics, organized her closet, washed all bedding, and dusted. When I was through and satisfied that it was perfect, I lay down on her bed and felt grateful and blessed.
Today I feel better. She has called us and told us she got the job on campus that she was hoping for.
My baby is on her own, making her way without me micromanaging.
So my nest is quiet, clean, and slightly emptying feeling but this mama bird is proud of her babies.