Well, some later-stage parenting-dadding going on here.
Daughter graduated college a couple of years ago, and realized that the "plan" she thought she had for after graduation wasn't a plan at all (parents did a shit job of pushing her on that and asking questions -- we just assumed she had it figured out, because she always had everything else figured out). Out of desperation, she applied to a shitty grad school (and got in)....and we told her that we weren't going to cover grad school just because she didn't know what to do and was afraid of growing up. Led to a tense several months at our casa, as she came home and was adrift and lost. She started digging herself out, working with a research project and leader in her field here in Austin for several months. Then, she started looking for her first "big girl" job in earnest. For what she was looking for (something to use her language skills), those jobs were almost all in NYC or DC, but there weren't many. She realized there were a lot more in London.
So, she up and moved to London, activated her UK visa (she was eligible for one because of where she went to uni), and busted her ass to find an entry-level job. She found one, and it's actually called on her to use her three languages other than english. Pay was shit, job was meh...but hey, "first job." Took her some time to adjust to and learn to like London (she's not living in central London, that's too expensive -- she's up in Hackney). But she's come around on it.
And now, after working for a couple of years (in total), it's time for her to take a next step to move up in employability, and get a usable master's degree. With her fluency in Germany, she applied mostly to programs in Germany, and just today she was accepted into her first choice, the University of Bonn. So, starting this fall, she'll be living and studying in Bonn for two years.
It's good, and I'm excited for her. But I'm also worried about her selling herself short, and settling for a career path that doesn't feed her. She still has some significant maturing to do (fucking hell, your 20s are hard). But she's moving the ball. She got into her top choice. And I'm happy for her. While I worry like hell about her at the same time. This parenting shit doesn't stop.