And then there were two … After nearly 150 hours of packing and unpacking, and driving over 1200 miles up and down the East coast, I am once again an empty nester — and I’m not mad at it.
As I wrote in last week’s post, I love my boys, but I was ready for them to go. After a long summer of togetherness, it was time.
This is my second year as an empty nester, so I know what to expect. While some lament the quiet and find it lonely, I revel in it and find it both peaceful and calming.
Before you come at me, I do miss my boys. I just don’t miss their mess and all the noise that comes with them.
I also don’t miss tripping over their abandoned shoes, searching for my stolen phone charger, or having to run the dishwasher three times a week to keep up with the dirty dishes … But that’s just me.
Last year, as empty nester newbies, S and I celebrated by running around the house naked.
Just kidding!
We went to Florida for a week with another couple we’ve known for decades. (No nakedness, I swear.)
This year, the vacation is on hold until I finish sorting through the avalanche of dirty clothes the boys left behind and find my missing bowls and utensils.
As for the naked running … I’ll never tell 😉.
—LJDT
