Yes, school’s out for summer and I just made the trek down to Santa Cruz in my sister’s SUV to load up Rosie’s bicycle and assorted necessary junk. We made the journey up 101 with her red cruiser standing at attention like a figurehead on top of the car, driving through rain showers. Now I once again get to drift off to sleep with the sound of excited teenage voices babbling in the room below.
In the intervening months I’ve taken over her bedroom (the largest in the house, meant originally to be the master bedroom) and converted it into a home office. A work still in progress, and the subject of a future blog post. What a luxury to actually have an office! So now her new smaller bedroom is cluttered knee-deep in clothing, boxes, plastic storage containers, makeup and books. The overflow spills out into the hallway and dining room. Yep – nest not so empty anymore.
But I’ll happily tolerate the additional mess, the missing water glasses, the random shoes placed in the middle of the floor, and the dried pasta stuck to the edge of the stove and coffee grounds scattered on the counter – for the pleasure of hearing her soaring tones singing her latest favorite Broadway tune. Now, THAT I missed.
Boston University It Is!
“Don’t open the envelope when it comes,” she told me on the phone last week. “I want that pleasure.”
Luckily the long anticipated big envelope arrived the day before I left, so I packed it in with my stuff and brought it down to Santa Cruz. Got photo opp of the big moment.
There were two oversized envelopes actually – the other was a hard copy of the financial aid offer. Since the good news came we’ve both been struggling with the reality of the decision. There is a definitely shortfall between grant and full cost of attendance. Continue reading