...and it's for our son, Ryley. Last week I dropped him off at the airport for him a six-week study-abroad-european-exploration-boon-doggle. I'm a little envious of that boy right now (forgive me, I mean man. He is 21 you know!), but I couldn't be happier for him, or more proud.
I am proud, but I was also a nervous wreck for days leading up to his departure. How was he getting from Gatwick to Heathrow? Who was picking him up? Where was he staying? How would he contact me? What if he gets lost (this was a big one as he is directionally challenged as I am...and he admits it!)? I had no hand in planning this trip whatsoever. None. Nada. Zilch.
Not knowing any of this was driving me crazy, but Chris kept telling me, "He's 21, Kelly. He'll figure it out."
Yes he is and he will. My baby is all grown up.
So what is he doing and how did this come to be? To make a long story short, Ryley will be entering his senior year at the University of South Florida this fall. He changed his major 3 times, finally settling on finance as his course of study. Third time is a charm because this field totally suits him. Don't get me wrong–the indecisiveness drove us a little crazy at times. We were hoping he wasn't going to be on the 5-year plan. But on the other hand, we had to exercise patience. We wanted him to be happy with his field of study, knowing it was his college major and how he excelled at it that would land him a job after graduation and off of his parent's payroll!
We look at those first two years of college as lessons in self-study and exploration (those two years are really spent on those required classes anyways, right?). During this time he was figuring out who he was, what interested him and what didn't. Friends, frat parties & girls: interesting. Bio and chem classes...not so much.
When Ryley told Chris that he was changing his major to finance, we knew it was serious this time. He had it all figured out–the classes he needed, the internships he wanted and he had already reached out to different academic advisers in the business department to make sure he can still graduate on time. And to tell you the truth, this career path really shouldn't have come as a surprise to us. Ry has always been meticulous with his money. Always. From the amounts left on gift cards to what he had in savings to the amount of quarters he had stashed in empty paint ball containers under his bed–he always knew what he had.
Sorry, this is longer that shorter...
So anyways, switching his major has been a breeze for him. Last August he landed an internship as an analyst with an investment bank in Tampa (it has since then turned into a paying job). His mentors there encouraged him to apply for a summer course at the London School of Economics. He did. He was accepted. He did all of the planning–right down to his airline reservations. He paid for all of it.
And now he is there.
And all of his stuff is here...
While he planned his trip right down to the last detail, he wasn't as conscientious when it came down to moving out of his campus apartment. His hopes for finding a new place to live before leaving for London fell through, so that meant all of his stuff is back at home. Suitcases and trunks packed with clothes. Garbage bags of toiletries and electronics. Boxes of dishes and appliances. A small fridge and a LoveSac. It's all here.
Anyone know of a nice apartment whose landlord is willing to rent to college students?
Yeah. Didn't think so.
The empty nest just got a little fuller.