Crying somewhere besides home will be nice. I will feel cleaned out, both by the feelings and by the trip, and it will be cathartic. See, #2 will be leaving right in the middle of Spring break, after a hellish few weeks for me at work and school. I will be exhausted and emotionally spent, and walking past his bedroom might break me. In half.
So, I will do my initial adjusting while walking on the wharf and watching funny men throw fish at Pike's Market. I will think of my boy while I eat good food and wake up in the beautiful home of my close friend who is a recent transplant to Seattle.
On the ferry to Bainbridge Island I will remember the time we ferried out of Boston Harbor in 2007 before #1 left us. And I will be nostalgic. But not for long. Because this has been in the works for 19 years. Because I have known this day was coming. Because I owe Him.
And then I will smile and say a prayer. And it will be right.