Kirby is moving to Austin. He had an interview this afternoon and signed a contract. He left wearing a suit. Marty helped him tie his tie. I told him his hair looked great. His hair was wonderful. I wish I had taken a picture.
On August 27 at 10:00 he's to report for work in Austin.
Between now and then lots of things happen, but two are particularly notable to me. On July 29, Kirby turns 21 years old. On that day, I will have been a mom for 21 years.
On August 16, which would have been his last day at work in Albuquerque (the contract ends that day), he and I are flying to Sacramento for the HSC conference. I'm a keynote speaker, and he's doing a workshop on games based on history, and he'll be on a panel, and I'll be on a panel....
I'm hugely relieved that we had planned to do that together, without knowing he might be moving. It's like magic, that I get an out of town trip with a stay in a nice hotel with Kirby at a time that turns out to be one week before he moves away from home. We didn't know, when we planned it, anything about the Austin possibility.
For Kirby as a man, this is the end of the beginning of his life.
For me as a mom, this is the beginning of the end.