I am sure I am among the last group of parents who sent off
their freshman child. I tried to make it easy for everyone. No big deal, forget
to pack something, he can buy it with his credit or debit cards.
Inside of me, a lot is going through my mind and my heart. The truth is I
don't, and shouldn't, share it with anyone who has not experienced such an
event. Why? It's like falling in love or falling out of love, you have to go
through it to FEEL the joy or the pain or both.
So, I will call my parents and ask whether or not they still remember the time
when I left for college in a bitter cold winter of early 1978. BLP, HJ, and I
found each other via the college admission office in Hangzhou. We boarded the
same train, but had to transfer in Jinan. What a depressing train station I
saw. It was grey and black. No leaves, and no colors. The ground had puddles,
so bricks were there for one to step on or one's shoes would get dirty or wet.
BLP is older and much taller. HJ was timid. So, I was the one who was pushed
through the train's window by BLP, with my long military coat on, to secure
some seats. I don't remember the rest...