Another downsizing step taken today, and I’m feeling pretty weepy about it.
My youngest child left home this afternoon.
It shouldn’t be a big deal; he’s 25 for godssake. It’s not even the first time – he went off to college at 18, and until the past few months he’s hardly been back home. But since September he’s been my housemate in order to save $$ for his big globe-trotting adventure – to parts known and unknown.
I have been totally happy living alone since I left his dad in 2001 (when he left for college, actually). I amuse myself quite well, and mostly handle what needs to be handled.
But “I’ve grown accustomed to his face.” And his good-natured company, his music, his assistance, his goofiness. It’s been a real pleasure and privilege to get to know him as a responsible young adult who is quite capable of running his own life.
His room is now (mostly) empty of his stuff – his boxes line the walls of my once orderly garage. After some cleaning and buffing I could rent the space while I continue the process of getting rid of my own stuff.
Meanwhile I’ve got a couple of big bags in the car for Goodwill. And a hole in my heart.
Amtrak to Seattle. Seattle to Dublin. On to Prague, Sweden, Berlin, India, Thailand…