I spent the past few days working through my control issues, via the fact that my son is moving this Saturday. Until yesterday, he did not even have a place to move to! Of course, he does not have a truck because he didn’t realize until yesterday that you need to reserve one, and also was unaware that the last day of May is the single most popular moving day of the year. But I digress.
Remember when your mother would say, “I hope you have one just like you!”? My mother is looking down at me right now, laughing her ass off.
He shrugs and says, “I’ll rent a U-Haul.”
“They’re already booked up,” I say.
He doesn’t have much stuff; so I gave him the number of a guy with a pickup truck from Craigslist.
For the past year, he’s been keeping his two roommates afloat — college graduates who couldn’t find anything but part-time jobs, contract jobs, or jobs where they kept getting fired. I’m really happy he’s going to be on his own — and that he’s still employed.
Keep your fingers crossed!
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When all else fails, Mom to the rescue! See you on Saturday for the move . . .
“Control issues” working through those is much harder than moving. Once you lose the fear of dying everything becomes very, very clear.
Life in the 21st century, eh?
Good luck to your kid.
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