My house is feeling quite empty these days. It has been moving toward that state for a while, but more so this last week after youngest daughter moved out.
It's odd. I realize that objectively, the house is not really changed since her departure. Yes, she took a couple of small pieces of furniture and her personal items with her. But my sense of the house being empty is more subjective. I realize there are no children in house anymore and they won't be living with me again.
They visit. In fact, two called on Monday to say they wanted to come over, so we had dinner together (the third was out during the day and too tired to come by, or everyone would've been here). That spontaneous get together was nice. But it also reinforced that they are gone. At the end of the night, they both left for their own homes.
Some days I don't notice it. But on others, I feel like a ping pong ball, bouncing around inside the shell of the house.
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