Totally bitter sweet. Yesterday we spent the whole day moving our daughter to her new apartment. Which, despite the fact that they picked it without seeing the inside is SUPER cute. Just perfect for one person and so close to campus. It was totally a Goodman Wolven's step out kind of day though.
First, it was 100+ degrees with about that much humidity and the apartment is up a flight of stairs. We could park close enough, but with a girl with so many bags of clothes we made many, many treks up and down.
Second, after we had arrived and gotten the key we realized they had given us the wrong key. Sorry, guy in apartment 8... no we didn't go in, but we could have. Back to the office to get the correct key.
Third, when we arrived back at the apartment for the second time we got a call from dad that his truck wouldn't start. Not that big a deal except it was packed full of the furniture. He was at NAPA getting his battery checked. After 30 minutes, a new battery, battery charger, and the bad news that the truck was going to have to go in the shop this week for a new alternator he headed our way.
Fourth, did I say it was hot?
So, we got her moved in went to Walmart to pick up a first round of groceries, shower curtain and ice cube trays which we never did find. We stayed for a while to help her unpack a bit. Not everything, but to get the furniture where it needed to be, unpack the kitchen and move some books around. The kid has enough stuff to live in a real house... where did she amass all of this I wondered.
As we drove home, dad following me just in case the truck conked out, I was sad. So sad. This is probably the last time she will live with us and although I am grateful that she gets to have this wonderful opportunity to live alone and go to school I realize it will never be the same. So, I get my quiet house, but a chapter closes and a new one starts. Bittersweet.
