Last week at this time, we had just finished moving our daughter into her dorm at UC Berkeley. Since then I’ve been feeling a lot like the father in the attached Horsey cartoon from 2009. I keep wanting to see posts from my daughter or emails (I know she has a Twitter but I don’t follow it, and she has a Tumblr somewhere but I don’t know where), but her posts are on her schedule; it is not my place to nag or pester. We’re hoping for one phone call a week (we did talk to her Weds night before classes started, and she seemed to be doing well), or perhaps a long email (a hand-written letter would be too much to ask).
Still, it’s hard not to worry when they are off at college…
