So mom’s buying furniture…

My mother is shopping for furniture online right now. She’s choosing and ordering things for my room in Minneapolis.

Helicopter mother? Hardly. This is extremely out of character for the woman who let me fly to Germany by myself every summer starting at age 8.

I’ve lived at the UMiami campus for the past four years. Madre Jansen works about 3 miles from campus but we sometimes went months without seeing or phoning each other – so yeah, mom’s not clingy at all.

Madre Jansen isn’t one of those check-writing mothers either. Replay of senior year in high school:

Me: “I got a 3/4th’s scholarship at Georgetown! Will you cosign for the loan?”
Madre Jansen: “Hells to the nah. UMiami and FIU will give you money back if you commute. Why would you rack up debt for this Georgetown place?”

Selling the idea of a prestigious private school to a frugal German mother? Heh. It’s easier to take a Vegan to Church’s.

So why is Madre Jansen ordering furniture for me?

There’s something about my permanent move to another city that makes mom feel sick. She has no problem with me living across Miami in the dorms, or spending months with the family in Germany, but Minnesota? Minnesota?! That means baby’s flying the coop!
I think it’s silly, but I suppose I understand.

And if picking out furniture makes madre Jansen feel better about my move then I don’t see anything wrong with it, especially if she wants to pay for it.

I haven’t received any loan disbursements (or information!) yet so I’m destitute until I hear otherwise. Heck, Madre Jansen can furnish my room in Hello Kitty and I’d still be grateful…

…although the roommate might not be down with that.