Leaving the dorm.
I don’t do goodbyes well.
When we left Atlanta to move to our small town — I couldn’t tell people. The For Sale sign in our front yard was the first clue to our neighbors.
I couldn’t tell my minister at our church. He came up to my a week before we moved saying, “I heard you were leaving next week — when did you think you’d get around to tell me?”
So when we left our son off at college two weeks ago, I didn’t make a big deal about it blogwise.
For one thing, I’d written enough on the subject that people surely would yawn, and heaven forbid, he’s certainly not the first or last child to ever leave home.
But even now, I don’t want to write about it.
Thought I might.
But I don’t.
Linking up this month with Galit and Alison
