. . . with rocket boosters.
So, when Son #2 was considering post secondary, he looked into a one-year program up north, just four or five hours away. When funding fell through, he moved two provinces over – and has been there since.
In the meantime, Son #1 met a young lady online with whom he had a lot in common. So, newly-acquired passport in hand, he flew to Utah. While that relationship didn’t develop, my son’s love for travel was birthed.
The desire for adventure now flowing through his veins, Son #1 headed for Germany – on his own. He has traveled to the metal music festival in Wacken for the past three years and that’s where he met a Scottish lass.
Come Wednesday, he will be winging his way across the Pond to the home of our ancestors.
At this rate, when it’s time for Daughter #1 to leave the nest, I’m thinking she may end up here . . .
When my kids fly the coop, they really do use rocket boosters.
How about you? Did you move far away from your family . . . or did your kids?