This is the final week Daughter's program will be housed at the church. What was supposed to be a couple of weeks has turned out to be over 6 months. Once we gave Program Coordinator a key and alarm code, it got much easier. In fact, Administrative Assistant has commented that she'll miss having them here. They were downstairs, and there was an entrance right by their room that they used for most of their comings and goings. We could hear some of their movement, and they'd come up occasionally to use the copy machine. We had to buzz them in through the office entrance occasionally if PC was out when they came back from an outing.
Daughter, of course, is anxious about the move. We have been careful to minimize the contact she has with me during her program. She can't come up and see me, she has to call or text as though I weren't around. She does call and text-- regularly. The same type things she called and texted when we were in Tiny Village. She often has a crisis and needs me to rescue her from the program immediately. Just like in Tiny Village I offer encouragement and tell her I'll see her at the end of the day.
A couple of weeks ago we drove to the new location from the church, and then from the new location to home. We measured the time and mileage, and both were shorter than what we'd had to deal with in Tiny Village. This reassured her some. More challenging is the fact that she'll be away at camp for their opening week. I'm sure that the week of her return will be challenging. They have a number of people waiting to enter the program when they complete the move. Their space here has been limited, so they had to limit the number of participants.
This morning, Daughter is upbeat about the upcoming move. I hope that her upbeat attitude will continue and the transition will be a smooth one.
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