Lots of folks are checking in on us these last few days, wanting to know how the transition to “empty nest” is going.
It’s too soon yet to have a good answer. At the moment, it’s surreal. I’m glad we have a long weekend to start to process it all because it will surely be a few weeks before we have any idea what the new normal is supposed to be.
In the meantime, we’re stumbling through, doing our best to keep busy. We’re tackling everyday chores and errands, deep-cleaning Catherine’s bedroom (I did move in to her desk), catching up with friends, managing a date night where we didn’t have to keep tabs on the time or the child’s whereabouts.
Still, there are lots of changes to get used to:
For the first time in ages, I can buy orange juice that has pulp and no one will complain.
The radio station in my car hasn’t been changed … and the car has gas in it when I turn the key.
We’re not tripping over a DSW’s worth of shoes left all over the house, nor do we have to constantly relocate a collection of papers, lip glosses, ear buds, clothes, etc.
I’ve not had to retrieve any of my clothes or shoes from the bottom of a pile on her bedroom floor.
No “music” is pounding from the rooms above.
There are no crazy friend stories, tales from the latest restaurant shift or camp to listen to, no laughter as she talks to friends on the phone, no latest life plan to dissect over a cup of tea.
And I’ve gone three days with no one begging me to take her shopping.
Frankly, it’s weird.
Catherine, meanwhile, seems to be having a ball.
Move-in day went smoothly if you don’t count the hour I spent arm wrestling with an Allen wrench and the small table we purchased to go next to her bed. (It would have helped if I read the directions.)
Her roommate, also named Catherine, is lovely and jumped in to help us unpack.
By the end of the President’s afternoon address to the 1,700 freshmen, she was all but running from us, her eyes begging as we hugged her goodbye, “GO HOME. NOW!”
We did, sitting in nightmare traffic in total silence.
In fact, there’s a lot of silence around here now.
Hofstra has kept her busy with a stream of required and optional activities (she and her suite mates are going on a New York field trip today).
She’s been to a couple of parties, met some new people, picked up her books, discovered the pizza is egg-free and therefore safe to eat, etc.
I’m struggling to keep my advice to myself, trying to let her be, find her own way and make her own decisions without my voice constantly in her ear.
It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.