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Oh. My. Goodness.
I have got the WORST writer's block I have EVER had (I think it's grief)! I must have restarted this post a dozen times by now simply because I cannot think of how to narrate it (because of the grief and all)! Just to give you an idea, the first few photos in it are now two months old!
Point in case (as Redheaded Snippet says--*sob*):
See? We all know that didn't happen this week! But I am determined to just get this done so I can move the heck on and it's not HANGING OVER MY HEAD ANYMORE! GAH...I'M A GRIEVING MOTHER!
So, yeah, she graduated, it was bittersweet, we're so proud, we're so sad, blah blah blah (only you know it's not blah blah blah and I'm trying to make light of it in the interest of saving some time and dignity, right?)...
And next thing we knew, we had crammed 18 years' worth of her stuff into the back of our car, driven her five hours away from our home, deposited her into a somewhat small, unpleasantly-lit room among an entire community of strangers and then left her there. Don't get me started. I mean it. But isn't that window pretty? I think she sat in it the entire time we were there. She's going to get known as that weird girl who sits in her window. And who gets a dorm room like this their Freshman year?
Moving on, little detour, let's lighten the mood a little, this did happen this week. Today, in fact. So there. There's an Air Force base not far from our new home and, today, a friend took The Vicar and Calvin for a tour of one of the hangars.
I swear there's a scene in Star Wars that looks just like this. Pretty darn cool, eh?
What twelve-year-old boy isn't happy sitting in the cockpit of a military plane? Oh, happy day, indeed.
The other morning I entered his room to wake him and found him sleeping with his foot popped like this. Generally, I am against taking photos of people whilst they are asleep. But this was too weird not to document and I knew no one would believe me later if I didn't have proof. So I guess my needs outweighed his this time. Bad Mommy.
And we're back: the road trip to college. The filled-to-capacity cargo area, the zonked out tween boy, and the unamused and rather bored college coed complete with ear buds (and misused seat belt!). I can't believe she's gone. It's been a week now and I keep thinking it's about time to go pick her up and bring her home.
Thanksgiving is so far away...