When my oldest child was applying to college, I asked him to pick a school in a big city with warm weather, because I planned on going with him. I meant it as a joke.
I think he took me seriously, though, because he chose a school in a small town, in the middle of nowhere, far away from me and his suburban upbringing in California. And at the time, there was neither a Starbucks nor a J. Crew in sight in Hanover, N.H. — which he and I both knew meant that I wouldn’t be either, except for visits.