It wasn't until we dropped him at his university dormitory and left him there looking touchingly lost and bewildered amid an assortment of cardboard boxes and suitcases in a spartan room not unlike a prison cell that it really hit home that he was vanishing out of our lives and into his own.
Bill Bryson, I'm a Stranger Here Myself: Notes on Returning to America after Twenty Years Away
adolescence, growing-up, love, parenthood