Another School Year
Firecracker: Love you, buddy.
Me: Did you just say, “Love you, buddy,” to me?
Her: (laughing) I was just talking to my son, but I do, anyway!
The Firecracker’s son has been away for a bit as well and he’s scheduled to come back this week – the Firecracker is just as excited to see him as I was to see my son last week.
But all this also means that school is starting soon and that means the kid is another year older.
Told you once, years ago, that my year always starts in September. That waned a bit but, now that I have my own kid, that feeling is exactly the same – and as strong as it ever was.
On that note, Angel and her son came by for dinner with us the other night.
Her: Thanks so much for inviting us.
Me: No problem. Plus, I get it – just spending a week in Vienna, I Was longing for a home-cooked meal. I can’t imagine traveling for months and eating out every night.
Forgot to take pics but we had a fun time eating and catching up.
Her son’s off to a boarding school in Europe and she’s moving to London to be (somewhat) near to him.
Should mention that it was her son’s choice to head to Europe; if my kid wanted to move abroad, I’m not sure I’d let him just because I think I’d miss him too much.
Then again, it’s not fair for me to have lived my life and also try to live his life.
As the kid gets older, suppose we’ll have more things to wrestle with.
Until then, I’m just glad he’s around and such a bright bit of my otherwise drab life.
Him: Can I eat in my room to watch something?
Me: You don’t wanna eat with me?
Him: I ate with you for brekkie!
Me: (sigh) Yeah, I guess so…
Location: home but dreaming of Belize
Mood: ambitious
Music: That’s just how I deal with crisis (Spotify)
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