I said goodbye to my boy Monday morning.
Z-man has headed back to college for what is to be his final term before graduating with his associate's degree in culinary arts. (Well, sorta. He still has an internship to do, but he plans to do that at home.)
Anyway, I said goodbye to my boy.
"Just one more," he whispered in my ear as we hugged and hugged and hugged some more.
Yep, just one more term and he'll be home. Hard to believe that it's been two school years since I took him to school in August 2007.
He is ready to come home, and I am more than ready to have him here.
It's not an open-ended invitation. I learned THAT lesson the hard way.
He can stay as long as he is either working or in school. If he's working and NOT in school, we will discuss rent.
He plans to work for at least a year (God willing and the creek don't rise) and then go back to school (in-state) and finish a four-year degree. In what? Eh, who knows. He thinks he wants to teach -- in the food industry. Maybe high school. Maybe something else.
Interesting how his desires have changed in these two years. He learned that he doesn't actually want to work as a chef on "the line." He has gotten a part-time job at the school, tutoring others, and it has sparked an interest in a different direction.
He is a different person than the one who left.
He discovered how important his family is.
He discovered who HE is.
And at the end of May, he'll be coming back to me.