Four long days of driving later, we have returned home from setting our oldest out on his own. It’s a scary thing, and I keep going over what we taught him, hoping we didn’t leave out anything terribly important.
I worry that he will get taken advantage of, that he won’t be able to find a job, that he will eat nothing but Top Ramen. At the same time, I hope he has fun, that he meets new people, that he has (safe) adventures. As I await news of how he is settling in, I’m trying to let go and avoid texting every hour to check on him. It is difficult, but I have to let him be an adult, I suppose.