Hello one person left who still wants to hear all about Bossy’s son and his
drop-off at Columbia University! Because—let’s face it—even Bossy is all, “Again? Hasn’t that kid graduated from fooking college already?”
Well. Here’s the long and the short of it, where the short of it is also long.
Bossy and her husband and her son were in the car by 5 a.m. this past Monday to avoid bridge and tunnel traffic:
The street in front of the dorm building was closed to traffic to allow the families to unload into large cardboard containers:
These cardboard containers were on wheels and, once full, needed to be pushed down the street and into a holding area. A dazed Bossy trailed behind her assigned carton trying to muster what the scene reminded her of—and suddenly she had it: the carton reminded her of the infant bassinet where—
18 years earlier—Bossy stored her newborn son, wheeling him up and down the hospital corridor.
Next Bossy and her son pushed the cartons into the dorm building elevator, anticipating their first glimpse of what will be Bossy’s son’s home for the next ten months:
After Bossy and her son stopped laughing, they decided to rearrange a few pieces of furniture to better facilitate two distinctly different roommate sections, and to allow more room for
After Bossy’s husband
took a yearlong expedition to Jupiter parked the car, the threesome caught a subway to a discount bedding store to purchase
an apartment without cinderblock walls an area rug.
With the rug purchased, they returned to the dorm to find Bossy’s son’s roommate—and the two men worked quickly to unpack their
speakers and more speakers books.
And then Bossy and her husband accompanied Bossy’s son down the elevator and out into the quad, where they said their goodbyes before Bossy’s son disappeared into this exact diverse and happy crowd: