My daughter bought a bus ticket to NYC with her college roommate. When I joined the conversation she and Dad were having about it, I didn’t learn much. Perhaps I’d joined the discussion too late but like others her age, maybe she just has it all figured out:
- Are you starting at Port Authority then? “Chill.”
- You will be cold. Do you know what you’re wearing? No response.
- Where are you meeting your other friend? “In Manhattan.”
- It’s a big island. Where in Manhattan? No response.
- Do you have enough money? “I don’t know, I didn’t count it.”
- Keep money in multiple spots. What bag are you bringing? No response.
- Where are you going to spend your time? “To the left of the Empire State Building.”
- The cops won’t be able to find you. Can you be more specific? No response.
- Are you going to Central Park? “Yes, at the end.”
- You shouldn’t go at night. What part of the Park? No response.
- Didn’t you want to see the Brooklyn Bridge? “Yes, we didn’t get to it last year.”
- That’s a long walk. Have you Googled the map? No response.
- How are you going to get around the city? “The Subway, Mom.”
- They won’t have a stop that says ‘Brooklyn Bridge’. Do you know the stop?
Maybe I need the education. I guess I just worry too much. They have each other. They have their cell phones. They’re smart girls finishing Spring break in the Big Apple. It’s the ideal college road trip.
So then why can’t I sleep?