So the girl is moved in. The process was incredibly efficient. This big old university really knows what they are doing! It’s almost as if someone took notes about what works and what doesn’t work, and they planned it out using everything from that first column. The only tears I shed were small ones, and mostly due to how well run the move in process was. (I’m going to email the organizer and let them know what an amazing job they all did.)
You know what makes sending my only girl off to college easier? Texting. I haven’t counted, but I’d say in the past 36 hours since she’s been on her own, we’ve texted over a dozen times. She’s good about responding to my questions (such as “are you eating well?”) as well as sending her own texts with photos of what she’s done to decorate her dorm room. I’m beyond thrilled that she willingly includes me in her excitement. I know for a fact that she texts her friends as often as she breathes (okay, okay… that’s a slight exaggeration). I’m just so happy she includes me in her frequent contact list.
Regarding her tremendous amount of items she packed to bring to college that I was so worried about: Not a problem. Once the bins and things were moved to the car, it became clear quickly that I worried for no reason. We had room to spare. Not much, but enough to make traveling safe and easy. This is to say I could see out all the windows and none of the doors had to be forced shut. And… we didn’t need the car-top carrier!
And then we moved it all into the dorm. Or, I should say, the wonderful volunteers moved it all into her dorm room. I carried nothing other than my purse and her water bottle. It was crazy wonderful! Some of the volunteers actually said, “Is that all?” And the room is so great. Is it perfect? No, it took a while to arrange it in such a way that there was room for all the furniture and still room to open the door and move around. But when I compare her room to her older brother’s dorm rooms, well, my oh my it is spacious and light and modern!
And the closet. Or, I should say, CLOSETS. Two closets! One for each occupant. INSANE! Again, I’m comparing it to my son’s room that was a triple and had a small closet for all three boys to share. That closet could barely hold a dozen hangers. And did I mention: one small closet for 3 boys??????? I still don’t know how the boys did it. But my daughter, she has a floor to ceiling closet space all for herself! They utilized the ceiling height by adding a hard-to-reach-but-I-don’t-care-because-it’s-a-very-useful-space-that-would-have-gone-to-waste-so-I-purchased-a-step-stool-for-her-and-now-she-can-store-lots-of-stuff-there space above the main clothes hanging area. While I was making her bed, she unloaded the bins of clothes and the suitcase. All those clothes I thought were too many? Well, they fit … with room to spare. So maybe she didn’t bring too many. Or maybe she did bring extra, but it’s hard to tell because the closet is so spacious. Either way, she has room to spare in her closet.
When her roommate and her family arrived about an hour after we did, the dad walked into the room and said something like, “It’s so small” and I laughed and laughed. And then I told him about the super small closet my son had to deal with … in a room smaller than the room we were standing in … which was a triple. Maybe he still felt this room was small, and maybe that had something to do with the fact that his daughter brought SO MUCH STUFF (way more than we brought) that took two cars to deliver to college, but it didn’t matter. Our girls were moved in and they had room for all their stuff, and we then left and they got busy decorating their room and then attending functions for the freshmen class.
And now it has begun. She is a freshman at college. And I am home without my two oldest children. And all is well.
They are off to a great year. My daughter has room in her closet. She has a wonderful space to live in and a university that is excited for her to be there. She will do well.
I now have room to spare in my house as well. Her room is empty of all the things that make it “lived in” and even though it was hard at first to walk in that dark room and see it neat and tidy and empty, I’m okay with it now. She’s where she needs to be. I miss her like crazy, but I’m so happy for her.