It’s the end of May and that means the #manchild is home again.
I’ve written this post before — the re-entry post. H may only be a college sophomore, but he finished his last two years of high school at a boarding school, so this is our fourth experience with the process — twelfth if you count all the Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, too.
Because we’ve been down this road before, most of what I wrote last year still applies [reread it here]:
I once again made the 7-hour drive solo (although this time it took 8 hours because of traffic, construction delays, and two separate car accidents en route), arrived to a completely unpacked, messy room/suite, packed him up in under 3 hours, enjoyed a quick lunch at our favorite local spot, and drove home that same night (another 7+ hours).
All in, I was just 2 hours shy of pulling an all-nighter … I’m still recovering, 6 days later.
The biggest adjustment — other than my achy joints from all that driving — is adjusting to being a family of 4 again. As I’ve said in the past, with H home, there’s “more” — more volume, more energy, more clutter, more laundry … you get the picture.
But most of all, there’s more love.
Welcome home, H.
— LJDT
