I was sittin’ on the couch, minding my own business. It was the end of a long day and I was happily pinning and eating and surfin’ the net when out walked Link. He’d just begun his day (basically) and was carrying an arm load of stuff. A rolled up mattress and a cardboard box to be exact.
I looked at him curiously and then focused again on the bowl of ice cream in front of me.
A few minutes later he came out of his room with another armload. Keep in mind I rarely see Link come out of his cave, so to see him twice, and seemingly doing something was quite unusual. I had to ask.
“Oh, I’m just going through my stuff and organizing it. And I may as well keep these things in my car because they’ll be going with me.”
Oh, that’s right. He’s moving out. I’ve been looking forward to this time for months now. I want him to experience independence. I want him to be with friends. I want him to be happy. And in just a few short days he will be!
And I’m a little shocked at how sad I am.
Fast forward a couple of days, and now Chip is going through our old glasses, plates, and silverware and packing up his vehicle.
He and a friend will be moving into a trailer in the next week or two. They found a great deal in a town close by that will allow them cheap rent and a taste of independence.
My dreams are coming true. I should be thrilled! And I suppose a little part of me is.
I’ve wanted these days to come, but honestly, I never thought they would, so I’m a little unprepared. I’m in shock. And maybe a bit in denial. I’ll admit part of me is excited to have less dishes in the sink, fewer cars in the driveway, a little more bandwidth in the house…
but mostly I feel an ache in my heart.
Today, as I listen to the excitement in their voices, and see the glowing smiles on their faces, and watch the interaction between the two as they work together to figure out who gets what, I realize once again, this is a good thing.
And I’m pretty sure I’ll be seeing Chip at least once a week:
And Link, well, he’ll be moving a few states away, so I HOPE he’ll do laundry in between visits. And as much as I’ll miss him, I’ve got my fingers crossed that this IS his final plan, otherwise the tears will really start flowing….