I dropped my dd off just over 3 weeks ago with the help of one of her friends. It took quite some convincing for her to allow me to do drop off. She wanted a friend to do it, I think it’s the embarrassment factor. It was supposed to be dh and I. However, fil unfortunately died on the Monday prior and dh, who is foreign, had to go abroad to sort everything out.
The (private) halls accidentally gave dd the wrong room. She was supposed to be in a different apartment, but it’s all quite serendipitous as she ended up in the same flat as a girl she made contact with on her course prior to arrival. The 2 girls have hit it off like a house on fire and she said people have asked if they’re twins as they look very similar.
I have been quite concerned about how she will cope. She’s had 2 years of being very unwell. But she seems to be doing ok right now, still a way to go yet. And she came home for a surprise visit on Friday just for the night, which was lovely. First we knew was banging at the door, because she forgot to take a key…
She’s only an hour tops door to door, which is just perfect. She wanted to move hours away despite my trying to explain why that wasn’t ideal for her. In the end, a teacher helped her to get on a different course through clearing, which I think actually suits her better. And this way she gets the independence she’s absolutely been craving, but close enough for anything she needs. She now admitted I was right and is really happy to be so close to home.
We only saw her a couple of weeks ago for fil’s funeral and as soon as we got back (from abroad), she was off to university, having organised a friend to drop her back. She just never stops, which is also why I’m pleased she’s so close as she can come home anytime to recharge.