Season of love and madness
It's Valentine's Day, and I'm happy to say my groom and I are celebrating by giving each other a 100% guilt-free pass on buying any cards, teddy bears, chocolate or flowers. We've already had a busy month, emotionally and financially. The nicest thing we could do for one another is a pleasant Sunday together, without props. At the agency Christmas party, I won a year's membership to the local history museum. We are visiting today and I am going to develop a system that lets me, in one year's time, learn everything in the museum. EVERYTHING.
So, our daughter moved out at the end of January. It was a plan that was a year in the making, and it paid off. I'm enormously impressed with the way she researched all aspects of renting. She interviewed potential landlords as stringently as they interviewed her. She bought and set up her own wifi. She even got renter's insurance within three days of her move.
Groom co-signed on the lease because the girls have no credit yet. This means we have our own security code into the complex. I promise we will only use our powers for good, not for meddling. :)
Now we are in full empty-nest mode. She had been largely self-sufficient the last few years, so I thought it wouldn't happen to us. But as the man said, it is a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.
I've been throwing myself into new activities. I reorganized my closet and am preparing to proudly wear all the things that she usually looks at and says, "You're going out in that?" I am learning all the rap in the soundtrack to "Hamilton." I am turning her bedroom back into a guest room. I am beta'ing pieces from fandoms I don't even recognize. I am brushing up on German with the Duolingo smartphone app and books from the library. Hell, I might even dig out an old WiP and make a damn quilt. There's no telling where this spate of nervous energy will lead me.
So, our daughter moved out at the end of January. It was a plan that was a year in the making, and it paid off. I'm enormously impressed with the way she researched all aspects of renting. She interviewed potential landlords as stringently as they interviewed her. She bought and set up her own wifi. She even got renter's insurance within three days of her move.
Groom co-signed on the lease because the girls have no credit yet. This means we have our own security code into the complex. I promise we will only use our powers for good, not for meddling. :)
Now we are in full empty-nest mode. She had been largely self-sufficient the last few years, so I thought it wouldn't happen to us. But as the man said, it is a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.
I've been throwing myself into new activities. I reorganized my closet and am preparing to proudly wear all the things that she usually looks at and says, "You're going out in that?" I am learning all the rap in the soundtrack to "Hamilton." I am turning her bedroom back into a guest room. I am beta'ing pieces from fandoms I don't even recognize. I am brushing up on German with the Duolingo smartphone app and books from the library. Hell, I might even dig out an old WiP and make a damn quilt. There's no telling where this spate of nervous energy will lead me.