Twelve years ago on an insanely hot day in September, my friends drove me to the Navy recruiter so I could "Let the journey begin". Or as I like to call it "operation get money for college". When I was nineteen I had big dreams of seeing awesome shit, going to college, and always being able to button my pants on the first try. So far only one of those has come true.
Twelve years later, thanks to my Uncle Sam I'm finally crossing another item off the list. That's right folks in June, at 31 years old, big mama's going to college.
There are so many lessons that I hope my son learns from this.
1. Go to college before you have real grown up bills.
2. It's scary as hell to uproot your life and move 200 miles, but let your kid help you pick out shower curtains to distract them from your nervousness. It works. I hope.
3. It's dumb to be nervous about uprooting your life and moving 200 miles. Just do the damn thing.
4. Your mom and dad are awesome people who aren't afraid to make big ass changes in order to brighten the future of their spawn.
In two months when I'm eating, sleeping, and screaming biology please remind me why I decided to combine several of life's most stressful moments into one big douchey stress casserole.