State of Missing: My College Bound Daughter and Me

I am working at my desk and not far away my daughter is in the kitchen eating oatmeal for breakfast. Undoubtedly she is cruising social media on her phone when she calls out to me, “I miss Heathrow.”

This has been a refrain I have heard a lot this summer. Not the Heathrow part but many sentences prefaced with “I miss.” I miss beach week. Or I miss hiking in New Hampshire. I miss the school’s tuna salad. Or I miss my class on Chekov.

She’s repeated this phrase so often I have come to the concl...