On the same day Neil Armstrong died, we launched our second, and last, daughter…not into outer space, (although into a different space), but into art school at PAFA in Philly, the latter a place that will never be confused with outer space because of the insane amount of traffic!
Our launch, however, took almost as much planning as a liftoff into outer space, especially when one of us, who shall remain nameless, has a tendency to try to foresee every need and meet it in advance, as well as to pack a lot into a little space. Between that and what was left even after Megan drastically downsized her many clothes and other things, we had a van-load and were more than a bit concerned that it wasn’t all going to fit in the somewhat tiny room that is her new abode in International House. However…
…we were thrilled/relieved/abjectly thankful to find out that after Mom shlepping up more than three rolling carts worth of boxes and one partial and Megan putting everything in its new place, it all not only fit, there was room to spare. That meant anxiety was gone and feeling-a-bit-more-at home could begin.
I’m heading back to Cleveland tomorrow after a Sunday of exploring the area (found a great little Middle Eastern restaurant and a good grocery store) and a Monday of orientation (new student and new parent.) Megan has some new friends and lots of new challenges, which I know she’ll meet and conquer. She’s an artist down to her soul and as far as we can tell, PAFA is an art school made just for her and the other 49 or so incoming freshman. Onward and upward! Fill those outer spaces that have opened up and boldly go where as yet you haven’t gone. We know you won’t be lost in space!