Last week was big for our family. Not only were we trying to cram in activities as summer came to a close, but we also deposited our #1 son back at the University of Texas at San Antonio for his sophomore year (classes start tomorrow).
First, my boy and I went through all the stuff he had brought home, which has been patiently sitting in storage bins in his room all summer.
We looked through everything and determined if he ever used it (some things thus remained at home), still needed it, or required more of it. Then we repacked the bins, feeling better prepared than last year for moving in.
Last Friday the Mister neatly put all those bins, plus a couple trash cans and backpacks, into his Honda Odyssey, which already held our company’s dolly. Then the four of us hopped into the minivan for the three-plus-hour drive to San Antonio (including, of course, the required stop at Buc-ee’s in Luling).
Even though UTSA changed its move-in policy from last year and didn’t let us drop off our stuff at the curb (this time we had to park and move the bins, etc., from there), it was easier than last year. We actually felt organized!
There weren’t a lot of changes for my #1 son as we moved him in: He has the same roommate, Ben, who he has known since first grade (and who lives in our subdivision). And the boys are back in the same room in the same building in, yes, the same dorm as last year.
But, of course, things are different. My firstborn son has a year of higher learning under his belt. He made a successful transition both academically (on the Dean’s List) and personally (making decisions and doing his laundry). He seems a little more mature, a little more sure of himself this year.
When I hugged him goodbye, I didn’t feel as sad as last year. I know that being in college is best for my boy right now. This is his time, and I hope he makes the most of it at UTSA.
Plus, we’ll see him in a little over a week when he returns home for the long Labor Day weekend!