We just dropped son off today. I've been like a rabbit in the headlights the last two days and couldn't sleep last night - suddenly his whole childhood was flashing through my mind keeping me awake.
But we got everything in the car, including the PC and a monitor.
Students with boards saying welcome as we arrived. It was a mix of weird excitement and terror all round I think. He just wanted to get there and get on with it and I think was trying to avoid being emotional but also just wanting to get on with things.
I didn't want to come home! We stopped off somewhere on the way home and I was dreading coming back to the house and feel like I've lost something.
It felt like we'd thrown him out or lost him on the beach as a child (not that we ever did but imagined it's what it would have felt like).
I'm trying to be rational now. We had a phone call while we were on the way back and he said he'd unpacked his stuff and met 2 or 3 people and couldn't remember their names and I think something was organised for them all this evening.
I think he was ready for this, despite being a bit nervous, but I'm not really! I know it'll be good for him but as you say @ComingInByAnsible it feels like something won't ever be the same. We said you can come home whenever you want - we'll see - maybe it won't be till Christmas.
I know he was happy with the tin of essentials I put together and all the other bits and pieces. I feel like I need a cry but I'm still headless chicken.