Oh. My. Fucking.God. Where to begin?
We're in Chicago, having delivered our kid to college yesterday. College. We left first thing Friday morning, driving north with my kid's dad -- my ex of 24 years -- and arrived about 12 hours later.
That would be a lot right there. But there's so much more.
I was lucky enough to get into an incredible law school, and while I knew it wouldn't be cost-efficient from a monetary standpoint, the experience of being a part of that community -- the professors, the resources, the students themselves -- was worth more than money could buy. That's why, when my kid got into the Harvard of art schools, affiliated with the second largest museum in the nation, I was loathe to say no despite the truly frightening financial commitment it will require.
The school did not disappoint.
Okay. I am trying to draw out the drama here, using my fabulously fantabulous surgical-precision skills as a wordsmith to create a scene, to paint a mood, before I pop out with just how freaking cool this is.
Well, fuck it. So: here is the view from my daughter's dorm room:
Yep. The Chicago Theatre, the famous one, built in 1921. And do you see the gray building to the right of it? That, dear readers, is the Joffrey Ballet. With huge windows. So she can watch them dance.
I mean, is that oh-my-fucking-god cool, or what?
And so far, every bit of this experience has been similarly amazing. Including Chicago itself, which is even more wonderful than I remembered.
My kid is in seventh heaven, and so am I. If ever I doubted whether this was the right decision -- you know, sending her to a private-and-incredibly expensive school of choice rather than the practical-but-pedestrian state college -- it is gone, gone, gone. Sure, she'd survive Kennesaw State or GSU. But here in Chicago, she will soar.
Today we're going to parent orientation, held in the modern wing of the school's museum. If it's anything like yesterday, I imagine I will be positively breathless by the end of the day.
Tonight, we will say goodbye. In the meantime, I am reveling in the now, watching my kid spread her wings for the first time -- so engaged, so joyous! I am too excited for her to feel sadness. At least, not yet.