Okay, so it's easy to get caught up in the excitement of a child's adventure, but when you get outside with chickens in your lap, all alone with nobody around, the tears begin to come. Not much, but a bit. Maybe a tiny let down after Jury Duty, which launched directly into Jacob's move.
It's alright, though. Just another thing to adjust to. I find my life to be a bit of a trial, but it's mine and I'll manage.
Jacob's making good traveling time. Last we heard, they were finally in Texas after driving across Arkansas and Oklahoma. I think Amarillo is the goal for tonight, unless he channels his dad and goes as far as his mind will take him, regardless of the hours spent in the car. Madness.
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As soon as I wrote the previous paragraph, Jacob texted that they'd reached New Mexico. Said they'd stop in a bit. Yeah, I know you want a travelogue. :)
Having to change our evening routine. We're used to this son stopping by the house on his way to his apartment after work. He's cooked/grilled at a local restaurant for five years, three of them with him not at home, but at an apartment. He'd eat dinner here, usually at about 11:30pm. We've stayed up late for years, waiting for him and in previous months for him and his now-married-brother who also worked at the restaurant. Late nights. Can honestly say I won't miss that, but will miss his sweet face. He'd come by because he's a people person, and has said that we ground him. I cherish that comment. With misbehaving boys, to hear from one who wants to behave, those words are a gift.
Back and forth. The emotions will drive a mom nuts. But it's all good. Even Gary has a gobsmacked look on his face. Said tonight something about how we've sent one more on his way. Yes, but this one is paying attention.
