(… but not with the sadness of The Beatles’ song with that title.)
Our little Miss left for university yesterday – after I managed to squeeze half of the contents of our house into our modestly sized family car, while leaving ample room for the driver and the minimum level of breathing space for two passengers!
The move went smoothly and relatively quickly (willing volunteers helped to lift goods and chattels to her new accommodation).
Generally, changes in our lives tend to sneak up on us. But we were ready for this one (so far). More importantly, so was she. Over the last 18 months she has become more independent, more confident, and more able to take responsibility for her actions.
A new stage for all of us! I hope it’s as wonderful as the last 18 years have been.