Comforting

We find ourselves waxing nostalgic.  All three of us.  Nostalgic in three different ways for three different people as college decisions get closer for the second (the last) child.  We make lists of colleges from most expensive to least expensive, from most selective to least selective.  This morning I determined the school on a mountain is Tennessee is the closest to Roselle.  This is not so strangely comforting.

The closest school

Is on a mountain

In Tennessee.

I remember

In college

I took the Orient Express

From Paris to Athens.

My father told me

He could get anywhere

In the world

In 24 hours.

I thought this odd,

Very odd.

Why-ever would he need

To come see me

In Athens

When I would be home

For Christmas?

Now the closest school

My daughter considers

Is on a mountain

In Tennessee.

It is less than a day’s drive.

This is

Not so oddly

Comforting.