Some of this I sent to the Always Learning list already, but there's more.
Kirby, my firstborn, has packed up and driven away. I'm almost completely calm. I have some confused butterflies in my stomach, but the departure was peaceful and sweet.
I credit that to cell phones and e-mail. Tomorrow the cable guy comes to hook them up for internet and cable TV. Kirby hasn't ever had cable, and told the roommate he didn't really think they needed it, but hey... Not many cities have a mile-high mountain right outside with TV transmitters on it. And if cable is the way to get internet, rather than by land-line phone as we have it here, then he's getting cable!
Because I could call Kirby right now, and because he can call me if he has so much as a flat tire, I don't need to have the fear.
It's not so long ago that I would've had to wait for phone installation and long distance, or for a paper letter.
So I credited my calm to technology, but part of it is also that the parting is peaceful and sweet. We helped him pack. His friends came over here to say goodbye, eight or so of them, and they were all nice to me and asked if I was okay. I am.
We're saving his room for him for a year. If he wants to move back, he can move right back in, and that makes his own risk and potential fears smaller.
He already has an apartment. He has a job that begins on Monday. They took an 8x10 U-Haul with tables and two beds and lamps and such. He has a broom, flyswatter, toilet paper, paper towels... They have dishes and pans.
They have cell phones and the internet. They live a very short walk from where they'll work, and quite near a WalMart too (with groceries). They will be okay. His roommate's name is Eric. I met him last night. Big football player guy. Gamer guy, too.
Another change is coming today too. Keith called to arrange to give my Dodge Caravan to charity. We got it used nine years or so ago. It's a 1994. We've already had the transmission(s) done twice and it started to go out, and the computer that knows what the dashboard knows is coming and going. So I've taken the license plates off (artsy front plate and real back plate; New Mexico switched their system a few years back, so plates stay with owners). The keys and title are by the front door. When it's gone I'll clean up the puddle of transmission fluid.
Two changes. Not big awful ones. He's not in Iraq.