Of course, Trevor did not have everything ready to go today despite weeks of urging for him to gather, pack, and check everything. It's only as we are packing the Pilot that he's suddenly concerned about items which he only now notices that he's missing [e.g. he has no idea where his winter boots went]. He also didn't think he had enough boxes [we have piles of boxes], so he hardly packed any warmer clothes [he's going to Fairbanks].
Plus, you know, he's leaving and won't be back until Christmas break [which at least starts earlier and lasts longer than we thought]. I'm concerned for him on this first foray on his own. Besides, as much as he often drives us crazy, I'm deeply going to miss having him around.
Fire-wreathed trips of loved ones, panicked packing, goodbyes ... it's a good thing I don't have a lot of other stresses going on in my life right now.