Yep. She's gone. She's at college and all is well. The four suitcases arrived. There were trips to Bed, Bath & Beyond and Target and WalMart, and we listened to Joni Mitchell and the Beach Boys on the way there and remembered California. There are lovely roommates, a quad full of trees and red brick buildings, a entire army of smiling greeters in yellow t-shirts. I've bought the requisite Bates umbrella, the Bates reading glasses, the 2013-2014 Academic Calendar in navy blue. Mothers have given me their phone numbers and told me that Honor is welcome for a home-cooked meal as I live so far away. I held her in my arms as we said our goodbyes, her tears on my neck. I think of her sitting on the grass with her new roommate, laughing, or commenting on the choice woodsy-themed lamps at WalMart. Despite the litany of "I can't believe this is happening" there was a day when we were driving through the pine trees and the sunlight was dappled on the road and there were cows on each side of us and pretty cottages with the tallest sunflowers you've ever seen, and she said "I think I'm going to be okay here." And that's what I hold onto.
|Minky & Jill, Bates College Quad, bbq lunch|