Daughter has fledged. She'd been talking all summer about moving out by September, and by golly, she did! I am proud of her initiative and all the work she put into finding a roommate, finding an apartment, discussing budgets, and considering proximity to public transportation.
Seeing all her boxes staged in our dining room, and then being trucked out the door was sad, and this place seems bigger and emptier and lonelier now, even though she didn't spend a whole lot of time at home before the move.
Now, we'll see whether she puts the same effort into maintaining a good relationship with her roommate, who earns more than she does, and to turning her part-time job into a full-time one. I'm going to wait a month before officially considering myself an empty-nester.
