In a post not so long ago I told you that our son Karl took a teaching job 4th grade math in Houston, TX. Wednesday of last week was his last day at work…Thursday he left. I was pretty sad. I had gotten so used to him being here. Karl is so easy going and helpful it was absolutely no extra work at all to have him here the last 7 months or so.
Karl is so helpful taking things to the post office for me…picking up things I needed it town…hanging with the childcare kids…anything I asked Karl did. Best of all though, he’s a great companion who is an excellent listener.
All week long the siblings told him goodbye so it was just me, Kalissa and Carver to see him off. I had two pictures to choose from here…the one with my eyes closed or the one with Carver picking his nose. I thought I’d save you from having to look at that!
I tried REALLY hard not to cry….
I didn’t do very well.
It was the worst that night. Every night for the last 7 months I’ve left the hallway light on as he always went to bed after we did. This night, I turned the light off. I took a picture of it and then sent it to Karl withe the caption, “I shut the light off tonight”. He sent me back this message. .
As he was leaving I saw that he had his African Violet that Kayla gave him in his car. I told him, if you stay at a hotel tonight. I told him the heat would kill it.
Well that night we got a message from him. His car broke down. He was south of Kansas City, MO. He called a tow truck. Got his car to the shop and found hotel a mile or so from the shop. He had his bicycle on a bike rack on his car so it worked out okay for him. He put together a bag of things and head to the hotel. He sent me a picture of his African Violet. He put it in his water bottle holder. He didn’t want to leave it in his car!!
The car thing was not a big deal so he was on the road again the next morning and finally made it to Houston Saturday morning. He sent a video of his apartment. It’s SMALL-just a studio apartment. It’s what he can afford though and he’s a trooper and will make the best of it. I feel terrible for him right now as he has no bed, no table, no chair no, no nothing. He apartment looked SAD! I’m hoping he can find somewhere to get something cheap and find a pair of hands to help him get it up to his apartment.
He’s been busy exploring. We got this message, “This is my street, West Alabama. Nothing special, it’s a road. A block that way is my future hair place and coffee shop. There’s a bakery on the other side of my building that way, too! Oddly enough, there’s a giant thrift shop between my apt and coffee shop”. Well Hallelujah. Hopefully there is some type of furniture at the thrift store…or he can hit up Craig’s List. He needs something!!
That’s the Karl report for now. I made it through writing this without crying all over again. I just so hate the kids being so far away that I can’t help much…Fingers crossed that this will only be for a year or two.
I have to admit to feeling super frustrated the day Karl left. He had applied to a Marshalltown Iowa school for a job and had an interview with them back at Memorial Day-ish time. They got back to him two days before he left and said they had a position they were interested in offering him. WHAT!!?? He could have stayed in Iowa…but he had already committed to Houston. UGH.
Oh well. This job in Houston will be good for him and likely good for the kids. In the meantime…I’ll have to learn to deal with a kid living far from home.