Happy Near, friends! I write to you still amidst our young-adults-home-for-the-holidays fog. I’m seriously delighting in their company (70%). We’re cooking together, revisiting favorite neighborhoods, laughing a lot, and even broaching some deep subjects. I’m also fingering the edge of anxiety (30%) that is baseline parental worry + a disrupted routine. (Both/and.)
So far, my second year of empty nestitude has been characterized by ambiguity. My surprisingly smooth start is in the rear view mirror and now I’m operating with decidedly less visibility.
Mirabai and I talked about this when I visited her last fall for Parent Weekend. Her freshman departure was a rocket ship blast to the stars, but her second year of college has been more complicated. Perhaps we’re both going through our own versions of the Sophomore Slump?
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