Oldest child moved into her own apartment today. It’s not the same as going to college or moving into a dorm. The word “dorm” has such a soothing, temporary connotation. They always come back from the dorm, with all their crap in tow. This is the first one to leave the so-called “nest.” A couch has been purchased. From a real furniture store. Not sure how I’m supposed to feel about this.
I suppose I should be able to formulate a deeper and more insightful post than this. I wish I could come up with something. At least, I should probably have written something longer. Sorry to let all 4.2 of you down. But it takes more words than I can think of right now to describe how I’m feeling and I am having trouble choosing the right ones. Let me give it a shot: I’m simultaneously excited for her, worried about her, happy for her, missing her already, and rationalizing that at least she is not moving to California, but only to northern NJ, barely an hour away. So I have to think I will be OK about this soon–actually, better than OK–very proud.
So, because I am having trouble finding words, no post today.