I Am a Hipster. Oh, yes. Yes, I Am.
In just a few days, my oldest is going off to college. She spent the first two years at our local community college. She had an amazing time and made some terrific friends. It was the perfect way to begin her college career (and it’s also PAID FOR!!). But now, she is ready to take her next step and attend the university she has dreamed of attending. It also happens to be one of the biggest universities in the country.
I should know. It’s also where I went. No, I’m not having anxiety or anything. That’s not saying I won’t absolutely miss her being around. I know I will desperately miss her. I will wonder what she is doing, who she is hanging out with and if she is happy. But, I also love watching her grow up and become her own person. That’s been my job, right? And I can’t be more excited for her.
But so much has changed since I went off to school.
For example, just head to your local store to help your student outfit their dorm or apartment. They now have GREETERS to introduce you to each college’s “suggested list of items.” Really. The lists are sorted by school and provide amazing detail on the various dorms: room sizes, bathroom availability, and measurements of the windows. What? Are you giving me measurements of the windows in case the kids are going to buy new CURTAINS? Crazy.
After our new greeter-friend leaves, my daughter then has to ask: “Hey, Mom. What did they do back in the ‘olden days’? You know. When you went to school?”
Although I wasn’t amused – since I am still not feeling old enough for an “olden days” reference – I explained that we pretty much just raided our parent’s house. My grandmother crocheted me a blanket for my graduation, so that went. My mom found extra blankets and bedspreads in the linen closet. I know we had to buy those dreaded EXTRA LONG sheets, since who has those?
By now we are standing near the area where there are all sorts of storage units. I’m amazed by the assortment in front of us.
“Check that out. That looks so much like the milk crate unit I had, but it’s so modern.”
“Mom! Seriously? You had REAL MILK CRATES for storage? You are such a HIPSTER!!”
Hipster? Me? Why, yes. Yes, I am….
Then I had to fess up and tell her the real story: I mustered up the courage to ask my BFF’s mom – who owned the coolest pizza joint in our rural town – if I could “borrow” a few of her red milk crates to take with me to school. It was a gamble since I knew these things were rare. She agreed and managed to save me four over the course of the summer, but there was a hitch. I had to return them when I was done with them. But the excitement!! I was the owner of an actual a storage unit!
So, really. No cool retro hipster here. We just made do with what we had. It was the 80s and that was just what you did.
But hey, if my soon-to-be college junior thinks that her mom is a hipster, I welcome that thought.
At least for a while.