Well its happened.
We knew it was inevitable, we felt it drawing closer.
All the signs were there, the ducks were lined up, plans made, preparations underway.
And so - it was not a surprise.
There was an announcement, a schedule, and finally... execution.
Ferris has flown the coup.
Its not like we're new to him not being around. He went to college, he went to Florence for a few months-- twice.
We're used to him not being here.
Tho, oddly, there is something about his room being empty. All those other forays into the world left his room intact, even looking a bit lived in, his energy still swirling about.
This time he took it all**. Took his 'stuff' to start his new life.
Ah, but don't worry about us.
A trip to Ikea and a couple Princess blankets later - we've transformed Ferris' once manly, cozy cave into cuteness.
Bring on the babies we've got room!
And look who came over to console us in our loneliness this weekend.
I think we'll be OK.
Definition of 'all' - meaning everything in his room. The basement and garage... well that another story.
a transition we are used to. The Daughter The Therapist finally took
her stuff when we told her we were moving - the alternative being
tossing the stuff into dumpster. Dumpsters are an effective motivator.