On Monday, baby-daughter is headed to live in Freiburg, Germany for 11 months. ELEVEN MONTHS! Did I mention she’ll be gone for 11months? That’s HUGE! Which is why I choose not to go there in my head. I’ll deal with it when I have to. Okay, in 4 days. I have no idea what that’ll be like, guess I’m about to find out, huh?
She’s 20 years old. When I was 20 years old I went away to school for the 1st time. Waited 2 years after hs to go. Really worried about what kind of roommate I’d have because I really didn’t want a 17 year old cheerleader. That was probably my biggest, maybe my only worry. I had never lived out of my parents house and I was very excited to go. By car it was 5 & 1/2 hours away, however, if one’s dad works for the local airline it was a $5 ticket and a 1/2 hour plane ride. I packed 2 large suitcases to fly up there on a Wednesday and my parents were going to drive the rest of my things up on the following Saturday. Remember when you could actually walk someone to their gate or meet someone at their gate? My dad and my hs sweetheart took me to my gate. I remember that on the walk through the airport my dad ran into someone he knew and when asked what he was doing at the airport my dad’s response was “this one’s going away to school to get her MRS”. I was annoyed because that wasn’t what I was going to school for and that he had said it in front of boyfriend but in the end it was the only degree I earned at school. So, we got to the gate and waited for boarding and I so very excited! Then it was time to board, yay! Time to board, I’m leaving! Wait! I’m leaving? Me? I’m leaving? I’m leaving? I am leaving. I am leaving everyone I know and love! Family and friends, my dog! I am leaving all I am familiar with! I am leaving my bedroom. I am leaving my house, my neighborhood, my streets, my stores, my local bars, even my acquaintances.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a crier. I am SO not a crier. But, in spite of that, guess what…out of the blue, shazam! I am crying. Very crying. I did board the plane but cried all the way to Bemidji. Still crying when I departed the plane. Still crying when I got my bags. Fortunately for me a local couple had noticed me on the plane…okay, really? I’m pretty sure everyone noticed me. This couple, however, actually approached me. They drove me to the university, took me to the dorm, checked me in, took me to my room, gave me their names, address, phone #, they hugged me good bye….I have no idea what I would have done without them. I was a mess.
Later that night, a long time later, it was about 2 minutes later…I was back into the excitement mode! After all, I had a room to check out, a floor to check out, a wing to check out, a dorm to check out, the entire campus to check out! A new life to check out. How incredibly exciting! It’s good to go outside one’s comfort zone. I checked the mirror, wiped away the tears and went out to discover life.
It was fantastic!
I know, I started this w/the intention of discussing Samantha going away for 11 months. ELEVEN MONTHS! Got sidetracked because I’m just not going there in my head yet.