Dd is an adult. I am perfectly used to her living away from home. She is currently in Canada for two weeks staying with a friend. She will have a wonderful time.
And I absolutely hate her being so far away. I hate the time difference even more-we’re not even looking at the same clock face. I briefly looked at a flight checking site yesterday and the picture of the little green aeroplane with her on it made me cry!
In my (minimal) defense, she has had a hideous year and has needed a lot of support. I have been her safety net. I think I am still psychologically geared up for the role, and need to use this time to redefine myself a bit. Tell me to get a grip, please.