One full day before my first-born leaves the nest he has called home for so long. I have mixed emotions, yesterday all teary eyed, today just fine. He, on the other hand, is excited practically beyond belief. I am, on the one hand. so happy for him, but on the other, heart sore

Unfortunately, this country has little, or nothing , to offer a young  white male, so I know this is the best for him.
I console myself with the thought that I am about to book a flight to visit him for his birthday in March

May the wind always be beneath his wings.

Fly, my son, fly.