Today we dropped off our college sophomore at Clemson University.
And it's a strange thing, because despite being home for the summer, he wasn't. During the week he worked from 6:00 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. as an engineering intern, every Friday night he had a group of friends over to hang out (or he went out), on weekends there were beach trips and/or camping trips, and the times when he was home ... well, he was catching up on his sleep.
Basically, he flitted in and out and, really, seemed to be gone more than he was here.
So why, then, this evening when we are here and he is at Clemson, does the house feel so empty?
|Settling in at Clemson ...|
and enjoying the spaciousness of duplex-living.
Love you, Nicho!