Time is strange. The weeks leading up to moving my daughter to university flew by at double speed. The week since we said our goodbyes has felt much longer than just seven days. But for her, a lot has happened in those seven days. Rush week is over now, she received her bid this morning and ran “home” to her sorority house. Classes start tomorrow. We’ll be back on campus in three weeks for the homecoming game. A full month apart. The longest we’ve been separated. I can’t wait to hug her.