The bittersweet year of 2015 has closed, and 2016 is underway. One daughter returned to college today, the other will head off next week. One look at their rooms tells the story of stepping from the familiarity of child and young adulthood, and out into the world. Left behind are things too dear to discard, yet no longer really needed. Things that will be whittled down, boxed and become nomadic orphans moving from place to place all but forgotten. Even the dear items that went off to the first dorm room will have this fate befall them as the grasp of high school loosens and fades. I no longer know their classmates, or their classmate’s parents, all that has passed. So much is in flux at this time, the map not being the terrain I am seeing around me now.