come and gone

I love long hair on men, but my son’s hair looks so much better short.  When left on its own, my son’s hair grows up and out, verses down.  It’s not his best look.  Short hair is.

Before leaving, Alexander gets a haircut.

I’ve been successful at biting my tongue, as I look at my son’s unmade bed for four days.  But then he surprises me and makes it before leaving, without even being asked.

My apartment was once big enough for both of us, but no longer is.  Alexander’s small room cannot contain him, and his being and belongings have pretty much taken over the living room/dining area. When Alexander is home and studying, I am relegated to my bedroom. And if my door is open, my son will come by and close it. 

Today he leaves and I have my space back. But as always, I feel a tinge of sadness as we say our hurried good-byes.