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Moving Out

Well, it's happening. The first little bird is leaving the nest. I've been going back and forth between "how can I miss you if you don't go away" to "my baby is leaving!". It's wearing me out.

My mind, my heart knows that its time. He's almost 20. He's been staying at home to save money while he earns his paramedic degree. He hasn't been very interested in moving out until....wait for it....he has a new girlfriend. And I won't let him have sleepovers. So there ya go.

I still have the 17yr old at home and he's a junior so my next won't be completely empty.


Each child is so different. Our son was easy going, helped around the house, and had no problem with common courtesy. He stayed home during his college years, and it was good for everyone.

Our daughter chafed at being asked where she was going and when to expect her back home--things even I, several decades older, felt as though I should tell the family when I left the house. She left home to stay in the dorms during her college years. The summer she lived at home between her graduation and finding a job was long and uncomfortable for all of us! We had different expectations.

We cried when our son moved out. We cried when our daughter moved out, too, but they were tears of joy! :D I joke. I think.

They are both happily employed over three hours drive away. We see them on a monthly basis and talk frequently. We're so proud of them.

January 2013



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