This is my first blog. I think it reaks of desperation!

I am 47 years old, living and working in a new city. I have met very few people and I am actually kind of confused on how to meet people at this age! I am married, I have three college aged children. And everything seems to be blowing up at the same time.

I think I may have been able to handle all these goings-on easily in year past. But right now I really am struggling. Is it age?

My 20 year old daughter just transferred colleges, moving from New York to Chicago. I have a new job and I was not able to get time off to move her. My husband (yeah, he is a great guy) packed up the car with all her things and moved her out. He stayed for two days to get her settled. However, she seems very lonely. I know this is normal in a new cityand there is not much I can do to make things better for her. I tell myself that the move was her choice. Something she wanted. And her loneliness is temporary. BUT I hate that I can't fix it.

My son just started a collegeInternship in New York City. Again, I was not able to take timefrom work to get him settled. He is 21. My husband (yeah, again that greatguy) packed up thecar and drove him to the apartment that he was to share. However, when they got therethe apartmenthad notbeen vacated. The people living there had refused to move. My son needed a place to live NOW. SoIgot on the computer andsearched craigslist.com to find him a place to live.

Hubby and son looked at quite a fewplaces - all very dirty, buggy, and depressing - and finally settled (and I do mean settled) for a shared space. My son is in a tiny little room, sharing bathroom and kitchen with three other men that he does not know. The landlordsaid he has never had an issue with any of the men (what is he going to say? they are all pediphiles?) and it was the cleanest, (and thats all relative) in the best neighborhood, at the price we could afford.

So AGAIN I feel awful for my son. I feel like I couldn't do anything to help. I feel like things are spiraling out of my control.

Does anyone else ever feel like trouble just piles up around them? I am not a cry baby. Never have been. But lately I swear I blink back tears about a dozen times a day! What is going on?

HELP!