It's been two weeks since my daughter moved up north to pursue her higher studies. Two weeks since we packed the car with suitcases and boxes and bags filled with her belongings and drove 400 miles to settle her in her new apartment. Two weeks since she left home.
This is also the first weekend we've spent apart, because I spent the first 2 weekends up north, with her, helping her settle into her apartment.
I was woken up by her phone call, this morning. She called to say good morning. :)
She has made plans for the day; she will be going to Japan Town, in San Francisco, with a friend. I am glad she will be out and about, doing things. I don't have to worry about her being alone in her apartment, feeling lonely, homesick, and moping.
It makes it easier for me to get on with my plans for the day: watch tennis on TV, do laundry, tidy up my closet, tidy the house, and maybe some sewing.
Later, in the evening, daughter and I will video chat on-line and share our day's happenings with each other. We've been doing that every day we've been apart. It's something we both look forward to. :)