The irony was, those ten days ended up offering a therapeutic respite from all our anxieties and fears. And my daughter and I were able to process them together. What if she didn’t make any friends? What if she hated college? What if I didn’t like any of her friends? What if I loved college? We played out every scenario. For ten days. And when the day came and quarantine was lifted and the car was packed, there was a sense of calm. We didn’t have to armor ourselves from feelings by filling our time with frivolous errands.
