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.
Its 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.
3 comments:
Hey! You have the same mist system that we have! :-)
Congrats on the so-called empty nest...
I was betting that there might be room in the then empty space for a crib or something...xo...
Ah. When Liv was little, we used to go out every morning to water our vegetables. I used a mister very much like that, was hand held and had a very large brim. After we watered the vegetables, she would plead me with to water her, so I would. She'd hunker down in a little ball and pretend to grow as I watered her. She's nearly 13 now and I couldn't pay her to do that now....
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