It is that.
So, the farewell last night at the airport was quite as teary as everybody thought it was going to be. Just as well I did not go dancing because the young man in question, procrastinator that he is, rocked up at home at 17:30. With no packing done, no sorting done, just heaps of crap that he wanted to take with. Guess who did the packing? Yep, that would be me, the mom. Suppose it’s what we do!
We left home later than intended, and when we got to the airport his luggage was too heavy, so my gift had to stay behind. Luckily the dude that arranged the whole thing offered to bring it with when he travels to Dubai this week.
The kid got there safely, got a few whatsapps from him already. I think he will do fine – as soon as he can get the house and what he left behind off his mind. And I have to admit – I wish I was him!! I’ll probably not sell my house if such an opportunity presents itself, I will keep it as an anchor, but man. Wish I could just pack a suitcase of clothes and fly off into the blue yonder, to go and experience something else. Alas. Somebody has to stay behind to keep the home fires burning, and that person has turned out to be me. Suppose I’ve had my chance and sort of blew it, and now I have to pay the price 🙂
Today though, was spent at home, mostly in bed. Been raining steadily since this morning. Lovely, drenching soft rain, guaranteed to make everything lift up it’s head – might even get some grass out of this cold and rainy day! Of course the poor kid is melting in the heat in the sandy place 🙂
Not too long, then it’s back to work again, back to traffic again, back to reality again – weekend’s almost over.
I’ll leave you with this very firm favourite of me and my dude. He celebrated his 52nd birthday on the 16th of October, and he was, as always, on my mind quite a bit. That’s where he dwells more often than not…