I’m actually experiencing less of it than I thought I would: ambivalence. Mixed feelings. I almost feel like there should be more… yep, I’m rather surprised at the absence of fear that I anticipated would strike my heart when this news came, the lack of worry that once seemed inevitable. I’m feeling pretty chill, even in the excited camp.
“About what?” I hear you asking. Well, my daughter has an actual plan now and when she makes a plan, she becomes single-minded (even though things don’t always go as planned. In Strengthsfinder language, we’d call this tendency: “Activator” and my girl definitely inherited this one from her mother.)
Here’s what I know of The Plan: she’s got committed roommates, they’ve determined their budget, and they’re mapping a timeline for the move back to that city we left in 2020 with my kid needing to be there by the last week of June, just following her 19th birthday. This would be the place where the two people she’d say she’s closest with, her best friend and “boyfriend”—who are both trans-identified—live.