There's a point where you stop worrying about your Mustang - whether they're going to make it there or not. Academics, socials, etc. For some of us it comes later than others (mine when his last quarter as a junior, when he had his best grades ever in the hardest course load he took). He'll be fine. He'll graduate.
One week seems to be when my reptilian brain understands things. Of course, the reptilian brain only expresses its understanding through emotion. So I'm withstanding a deluge of sorrow, as I realize he'll be moving out next weekend.
No worries about things, few unknowns. Just knowing that life again will revert to that duller state where I won't see him in the hall and where I can leave his bedroom door open to let the breeze in over his empty gaming chair.
So no fear, no worry. A reservoir of hope and confidence. So it's all okay.
But, no, you'll never stop missing your child.
New parents, this is a rough period for you. It's like the first drop of the roller coaster - insanely intense as you tilt over abyss. After the (fun) terror subsides a bit, you'll notice the coaster is securely on rails and that it is ever flattening out and slowing down.
You'll see that your Mustang is increasingly capable and self-sufficient. You'll be increasing relieved and proud. Eventually you won't worry about their schooling.
But you'll ALWAYS love them so much; and you'll never not feel sadness for the move outs.
This last college summer was routine. Which is the most cherished gift. That old routine of dull cohabitation. That old normal.
A precious taste of the past to help that adjustment to the new future, a different normal.
Life will be different, adjustment is sometimes difficult - but, really, deep down, we wouldn't want it any other way. We'd never hold them back just to "comfort" ourselves. This was the plan. This is the plan.
All is right with our kid's world. Especially now.
Go Mustangs! Go Flock! We got this.