i am talking about being home for the summer before or between college semesters and my son is about to seek his very own.
sure, i went home on many occasions before official adulthood kicked in and sure, i threw a fit when my mom so willingly offered to buy him a ticket home. but i get it, i really do.
it IS a big deal and the only explanation is that i still remember those magic summers of 1997 and 1998.