Moving On

Well, yesterday was the big day that my 19 year old moved out. We knew it was the day because his bed disappeared. (I told him he could take the bed with him.) His bike also disappeared, and a bunch of clothes...(there wasn't as much to sort through this morning.)

I'm still not sure how I feel about it. As he came to the house last night to get something to eat (already?) and to get his freshly laundered clothes (which he did himself by the way) he saw me sitting at the table staring off into the distance. He asked how I was doing (he's always been pretty perceptive, especially with me and my moods). I told him I wasn't sad, but I wasn't doing the happy dance either. Not particularly numb either. Just a day to move on.

He's moving to an apartment not far from work. He'll be living with a guy from work who's been desperately looking for a roommate to help split the cost of rent for the next two months until his contract is up. Most of the other potential roommates applications were denied...except for Jer's.

If yesterday is any indication ... I will still see him a LOT: for food, laundry facilities, and other things I'm sure.

I'm not worried about him knowing how to do his own laundry and cooking for himself. He's done both for years.

But, it will be interesting to watch...