'You'll Rip Your Heart Out!'
Yep, in addition to shooting Daisy Red Rider BB guns in your eyes, there's another dangerous activity one should avoid at all costs: getting too attached to really nice, big-hearted sweet people.
3 months was enough to get a big taste of what empty nest syndrome must be like. I said to a coworker last night, 'Please tell me you went into your son's room after he moved to China, and cried like a baby.' She assured me she absolutely did. Which made me feel better.
So the first 24 hours of Ellen's absence were rough. But...OK, I admit, I've gone down the basement now a few times and actually moved things. Rezoned things. Put things where I want them. Reclaiming the space is slowly happening. But there's still such a void down there. No one making tea, talking to boyfriend/parents, baking cookies... I can tromp down the stairs and flip on the light any old time I want now. Make as much noise as I need to getting stuff out of the fridge. Go down to the bathroom and look at 'The Coolest Sink In The Family' as many times as I want now.
I actually washed the dishes left in the sink this morning.
It still feels weird.
posted by Sleepwalker @ 1:54 AM
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Believe me, you're not alone. The flight attendant on the way from Detroit to New York came and sat down next to me and made soothing noises because I was crying so hard.
Just yesterday, I got weepy again. But, my mum said today: If you do end up moving to the US, move close to Kathy. It'll be good for the both of you. I think she's a wise woman.
It is perfectly okay to rip your heart out; in fact, it is almost mandatory when you say good bye to a friend, or watch your 16 year old son drive down the road...alone...for the first time. Those gut-wrenching feelings are what make you the kind, caring, loving person you are. Just know, that your friends care and will help you through it...
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