It was only last fall when I was sadly anticipating the day the boy would go off to college, writing him daily blog posts to say my long goodbye.

Oh, now, we’ve seen him a time or two since the fall. He’s even come home and slept (mostly just the hours with AM after them) in his room a few times. At least I think he was here. Food disappeared. There was extra laundry. There were fewer towels in the linen closet.

It’s almost summer though, and the boy is moving back in — and not just for the summer, either. He’s here to stay, until he can swing a place of his own. I’m thinking he’ll be in full support of Mayor Dave Norris’ initiative to zone for single occupancy housing, an affordable option for people barely making minimum wage.

He’ll be attending PVCC in the fall, working on the transfer to UVa program.

It’s a better option for him than where he’s been this year,  will save him a bundle of money, and frankly, Charlottesville is where he wants to be. (The allergist’s daughter is here; do I really need to say more?)

Did you move back in with your parents during or after college? How did that go?

What about you college kids (and Google Analytics tells me you’re reading this, you guys from UVa, Washington University, UMSL and Mount Holyoke College — any advice for us old, goofy, embarrassing, controlling, overprotective parents? How can we best accomodate our grown-up, adult son living again (however long it lasts) under our roof?