A big trip for me when I was 16 was driving three hours across Texas to the beach. Ellie wanted to leave the country. I know, we all do. We dropped off Ellie at DIA yesterday to fly Lufthansa to Austria – on her own. Just watching her navigate the security line by herself was hard for Karen and me. Letting go, one vacation at a time.
We embarrassed her with our photo-taking, tracking her progress through security like parents sending their 5 year old off to their first day in kindergarten. Ellie navigated switching flights in Munich – Europe’s 7th busiest airport. She arrived in Graz around 2pm CET and called us to let us know she was safe – 6am MDT. She’ll be visiting her childhood friend Izzy for the next four weeks. Karen and I will be adapting to life as empty-nesters.