The very top of my site, says “Writer, reader and crafter”…what it doesn’t say, my most important job, is mother. And all that is about to change in 18 weeks. Of course, I’ll still be a mother, but on August 27 The Daughter (my baby!) is leaving for university.

Sure, she’ll be home at Christmas and in the summer…I hope…but my life is in for a big change. As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I spend a lot of time driving The Daughter to volleyball practice or tournaments. This year she is also coaching, and I drive her and stay to watch that team, too.

The Daughter will be playing volleyball at Acadia University, but with it being a 2 hour, $500 flight away (or 20+ hour drive), I’ll be watching webcasts from the comfort of my sofa. No long drives or overnight stays in hotels.

I’ve already got a few friends lined up…2 for craft nights, one for coffee, and one for a monthly movie night. Things to keep me busy. People to fill in for the much-missed Daughter.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited for her. Envious, in fact. But, I’m counting the weeks already with tears in my eyes. So there will probably be quite a few posts about The Daughter between now and then, and I hope that is okay with all of you.

Since I’ve already done a lot of rambling, I’ll keep my first story short.

On Sunday, I booked our flights from Toronto, Ontario to Halifax, Nova Scotia. I had 2 computers on the go, and my mom on the phone. I’m booking mine with credit card points, The Daughter only needs a one way ticket, and my mom was booking her round-trip flight at her end. (Just to make sure we all got the same flight.) I pushed submit on both The Daughter and my flight, and then frantically yelled at my mom “Oh my god, I just booked The Daughter on the wrong flight. I’ve got to go!” Yep, I did. Mom and I were on the 9am, The Daughter on the 7am. Hands shaking and on the verge of tears (there will be lots of those!) I called Westjet to beg for help. Luckily the change was quick and free of charge since it was within the first 24 hours. (First 2.4 minutes, in fact).

And so the journey begins…