Parachutes and A Rush of Blood to the Head

Cold Play seemed the perfect companion for the morning of June 21, 2014.  Having seen Eli and Hannah off on their summer adventure to Star Lake Camp, NJ, perused the Farmer's Market, worked out at the Y, it was finally Me Time. Pat and Cal were occupied with baseball and I was finishing a thorough cleaning of the kitchen and basically just putzing around the house. I can't say I felt sad or bad, just melancholy. I don't think I would have cried at the depot if Hannah's mom had not 'lost it' as the train pulled away.

It's been awhile since anyone 'left' home and I had forgotten until it smacked me in the face yesterday, how cranky I get, especially with Eli, when he's about to leave. The first time I noticed it was when he went away to college, and Pat mentioned that his mom had the same reaction. I started a big argument over shoes. It's too stupid to even put in words, but he was just driving me crazy with his stubbornness.  It carried over to this morning right before we left for the train. I know logically he can figure it out himself. And I know I am being irrational, but can't seem to stop it anyway.  I hated seeing that grimace on his face, holding back the nasty words he would have like to say to me.  I appreciate Hannah's honesty when faced with a similar family situation last night, in that she was able to tell her parents to back off in an appropriate way.

I keep thinking, how relieved they must have been to get on that train and leave the parents behind at this moment. Let the adventure begin.