Just walked in the door from taking David to his freshman orientation at Cumberland University. Feeling a little sad and wistful.
Not because he's moving out.
Not because he's suddenly so old.
Not because of the financial stress.
Not because I'm worried about him "making the grade."
Because I wish it were me.
I so long for an adventure. Something NOT related to "how are we going to feed the family for 27 days on $80. Something NOT related to "how can I help child A overcome this horribly disfiguring illness or child B overcome her moody selfishness." Something NOT related to "I'm surrounded by people 24/7 and yet am so lonesome I could cry."