I have been shocked by the news about the attacks in Cardiff (am in Newport so it's all over my Facebook timeline in the local news). One of dd's friends has gone to Cardiff, have been thinking of her & hoping she is looking after herself.
I am also feeling pretty low, as unlike everyone else in the world (or that's how it feels), I haven't really had any meaningful contact with dd since Sunday. She said we could chat tonight, but I have had no response to my message asking if it was a good time to talk. She hasn't even let me know if her parcel has arrived or not. 
Intellectually I know that we are probably the last thing on her mind, that she's probably having too much of a good time to bother with us, and she made it pretty clear when she went that she wouldn't miss us and couldn't wait to get away and start her new life, but I was secretly hoping that a bit of distance would make her appreciate us a bit more and actually want to be in touch. I am surprised how hurt I feel. And I know I need to get a grip - it hasn't even been a week. But doesn't change how I feel.
I look back on when I went to uni - I went to France for the first 2 years. That was in 1988, so no mobiles, internet, social media etc. My parents had no change of communication with me other than writing to me and then waiting for me to deign to call them when I could be bothered to buy a phone card and go to the phone box. It must have been terrible for them, but I really had no notion of this until the last few years, watching other people sending their children to uni, and now, of course, it's really hitting home.
