Well, goodness me, this weekend has flown, and at the same time, it has lasted for aeons...
Grizz has been moved in, (albeit, semi-forcibly) into his student digs...
With its mis-matched scabrous carpets, desks made of wood that must have come from the Ark, wash-basins that were last seen in some geriatric's accommodation, and walls painted in the sort of lime green wash you only see in north eastern social clubs these days, I am not surprised it doesn't feel like home...
I have tried to scatter some magic his way, I have dispersed a variety of soft fleecey throws, thrown in via the doorway, tossed in a bunch of soft cushions in dappled shades, and today I brought some more stuff he left behind in his bedroom not thinking he'd need it, all in order to make it feel less the Institution and more Restitution...
I hope he settles.
This time isn't easy.
It's very tough on you, les etudiants...
But it's an important time. Filled with portents of the future. Time to grow and thrive, time to survive, to develop strengths that will see you through whatever the future throws your way... Time away from les parentals. Time to breathe and find yourself.
Whatever may come...
