Bags are packed. Laundry is done. Lists are made and banking's done. Tomorrow when I get home from work the house will be quieter. It will be cleaner. It will be emptier. KC returns to college tomorrow morning. I am excited for him. This really is such a great fit for him. He has a great circle of friends. He has been able to focus on his dance in a way that no other college he toured would have been able to accommodate. He goes back to school ready to work with 13 dancers that he has gathered to dance a 13 minute piece that he has choreographed and will also be dancing. It is part of a dance program the end of February. To hear him take calls with a lighting person, and discuss his needs and expectations so knowledgably is amazing. Every time I see him, he has grown so much, as a man and as an artist. I can't wait to watch his production. I glowed with pride reading his evaluations from his professors. It was wonderful to know that these people see the man I see. The talent, the sensitivity, and the committment to art, and to social justice.
His break has had lots of good things. Time for him to eat lots of his favorite home cooked meals. Time for him to reconnect with friends here and to work at the store saving money for the next tuition. Time to be part of our family holiday traditions and to go to the Big City to see a concert with his sister, a friend and me. He passed his drivers exam and is a fully licensed driver. He visited my mom (his nana) twice and had long talks with her. He visited his "home" dance studio and danced with them at local nursing homes bringing some joy to local seniors. In fact he got so invested in talking to the seniors after the show that he is missing from the group photo of the dancers. But that is KC in a nutshell, someone who more often than not works at bringing smiles and joy to others.
So it's all good, and I am only selfishly mourning the fact that he leaves tomorrow. This is right and he is ready. As soon as I get over this crud that keeps me barking like a seal, I'll jump back into my workouts and my own dance class and I will find things to occupy my time. I am always a little down in the dumps this time of year. The unremitting cold wears on my spirit and my body, but the wheel will turn. We are getting more daylight hours now than we had in November. Spring will be here before I know it and he will be home and we will be celebrating his birthday with a trip to the Big Apple to see The Wiz!
This was the one and only picture I got of the kids at the concert a couple weeks ago.
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