Just two nights ago, Noah (19 and about to start his freshman year of college) got in late and knocked on our door.
“We’re awake. Come on in.”
“I just realized today that I’m moving out in 12 days.” He scuffs his feet on the carpet. “I mean, I just realized that I am really moving out.”
“I know,” I said.
“We’re excited for you, Noah,” said his dad. “You’re going to do great.”
“I know. It’s just that… I’m going to miss everyone. And,” he paused, “it means that I really am going to grow up.”