George in Boston
When I was 18, I wouldn't drive to the Majik Market by myself, much less get on a plane and travel across the country. I was 32 the first time I sat in a restaurant alone; it was breakfast at a convention, and I had a cheese omelet. This may seem unrelated, but I'm shocked every time I walk into a dealership and leave with a new car. I can just do that?! It seems so adult, so beyond me. And when riding down the highway in that car, I still have the same fear of merging I had at fifteen.
Not my kids, though. Georgia simply announced that she was going to visit her friend Liz in Boston for four days and that I was taking her to the airport, merge or not.
And Sadie leaves for Costa Rica next month?
These apples are falling far, far away.