Anatomical Man and Mr. Bones - *our daughter too* - moved out

in family •  6 years ago 

Anatomy Man, cool and calm in his new home

Mr. Bones too:

Nine days ago, I was dreading the empty nest...



We have survived!

In other news, I came across this old photo of my mother when she was my age, looking remarkably well preserved. Maybe because she never drinks that eldeberry wine she's making in the photo, and never drinks any alcohol of any kind, ever? She doesn't wear sunscreen, she toils in the sun for hours, she worked like a peasant for 60+ years on the farm, and she is still going strong at more than 80 years.
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Cheers!

Life is good!

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@carolkean I hope you can deal with the empty nest better than I am doing, I do not like it, the house is to quiet, and it is hard to cook for 2.

I hear you. :) More leftovers, cooking for two... it's the QUIET... you can Skype, FaceTime, or WhatsApp, but the sounds of another person in the house act on us at a subconsious level, and when the sounds are gone, we are conscious of the missing source of those sounds. Sometimes, we're acutely aware of the sounds of silence. Empty nesting! In less "advanced" cultures, three or more generations live under one roof, or in the same village. Maybe we're not as advanced as we like to think? In America, the *norm * is for our offspring to move to faraway places. My sister has lived in Germany for years. An ocean between her and the parents/sisters. Grandchildren out of reach. Skype just isn't the same.... but it beats what we had 20 years ago!

@carolekean Out of 5 childern, I have one that lives 5 miles away the rest are scattered across America. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever see them again. The 2 that live in the city that I call a foreign country I see on special occasions. I can remember when I was small my Dad would pack us in his car and we drove to see his Mother every Sunday and his brothers and sisters did the same, we got to play with our cousins. People do not do this anymore.

Ohhhh I remember those Sundays with Gma and Gpa! When my parents were children, they were surrounded by cousins, aunts, uncles, extended family - and with mom's twelve miles away, that meant we saw them only once a month at best, and they NEVER drove to our home (the farm) - too "remote" - Mom grew up in a small town, which was apparently far more enticing. (Go figure.) Still. Everyone was within an easy drive, back then. Only a small minority of family members left town. Now, only a tiny percentage of our offpring stay close to home. Again I say: is the kind of social and technological advancement we need? Have kids, send them off, rarely see them again - what kind of a world have we made? (You're lucky to have one only five miles away!)

That's a big moment, indeed! Have some wine to cheer you up! :)

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Good luck! I guess that keep busy is my best advice. That's what I told my parents when I moved out.

Indeed - Keep Busy is what we tell our daughter, too, as she starts a new life in a big city where she has no one her age, no roommate, no cat, even. Renters pay a lot of extra fees to have a cat! (I trust your parents are managing without you?)

You can always make friends in a new place. I don't live so far away from my parents. They have been keeping very busy indeed.

Yes - it just takes time to meet people, and those first weeks can be lonely!
Is your sister far away too?

Further away than me. But, still, it is a driving distance away. My parents visit her every week.

Congratulations on surviving the move-out! I dealt with the quiet by filling the house with animals, and now I never have a moment's peace. Once you get used to the quiet, it can be nice. It felt like I got my brain back after years of it belonging to someone else.