Labors of Love

Labor Day coincided with Noa's birthday and Owen's move-in day for college. Knowing this was the case, we had packed up the car (well, Owen and Allen had) and celebrated Noa's birthday (take-out from Toki Underground followed by gelato and a family game night) the night before. The next morning, we wished Noa a happy 16th, watched them open their presents, and then headed out with Owen for what we assumed would be a fairly straightforward move.

Funny thing about college move-ins: when you're a freshman there are all sorts of friendly people there to unload your car and carry your stuff and help with everything. When you're a sophomore, there's just you and your aging parents, parked really far away from your room, which no one direct you to and so it takes a surprisingly long time to find. Then when you do find it, you realize since you changed dorms at the last minute, you have the worst room in the suite, with only one window and no working overhead lights, and you have to move all the furniture since your roommate is not scheduled to arrive for another six hours (and when he does he realizes he forgot to pack sheets and pillows so he has to make an emergency run to Target).

Anyway, five hours later (which included a lovely lunch break), Owen was happily situated (though poorly lit) and we were finally on our way home where we arrived to find Noa and their friends enjoying a moving (having already played several games). We crashed upstairs while Noa made a lovely pesto pasta meal for the friends followed by ice cream and Munchkin before all their friends left the house and all that remained went to bed (after a quick check in with Owen).

It was a rather abrupt end of summer, but hopefully the start to a wonderful school year.

(To see all the pictures, click here.)