I have spent the last hour lying in bed with Sir Rowland, who would not stop crying.
He has what appears to be good old fashioned "homesickness"
"Is there a cure?" He asked.
I tried to tell him, that it would feel more like home, as I got his things unpacked, and that the longer we are here, the more memories we would build...
I tried to explain to him that I moved when I was little and I understood.
But I let him just have a good cry.
It was bound to happen to him.
My child that does not transition from the house to the car well.
I have had him help me unpack his room.
Time, I figure....