Changes
Tomorrow life around me changes radically. It has been changing all week. The other two ladies left last Friday and they lived in rooms opposite me. Gradually the house has been emptying and i have found myself often alone in it. Before Kai has usually been here, asleep, granted, as he worked night shifts as a tech support.
Kai is doing his final pack tomorrow and driving off to live up north. I've been down here with him for 3 and a quarter years. It's hard losing him again, though the distance he's going is half what it was when he moved down here.
Jackie is also going, elsewhere in the San Diego area, nearer a military base where she works very part time in a games shop while attending college.
The other 2 are staying on and their friends will fill up the empty rooms. I don't really know them yet.
What will hit hard is having no one I can go to and say, "I need a hug," or being asked for one. :( I will miss going outside into the back yard where Kai did his props work and seeing him working on a new project. Watching sheets of flat white or black plastic get molded into bone armor; see helmets with flashing light strips on them, or space guns with LEDs, being able to marvel at how the family gift for art has taken a totally new yet familiar direction in my son.
Still, he's starting a new life for himself, and for that I am happy.
Kai is doing his final pack tomorrow and driving off to live up north. I've been down here with him for 3 and a quarter years. It's hard losing him again, though the distance he's going is half what it was when he moved down here.
Jackie is also going, elsewhere in the San Diego area, nearer a military base where she works very part time in a games shop while attending college.
The other 2 are staying on and their friends will fill up the empty rooms. I don't really know them yet.
What will hit hard is having no one I can go to and say, "I need a hug," or being asked for one. :( I will miss going outside into the back yard where Kai did his props work and seeing him working on a new project. Watching sheets of flat white or black plastic get molded into bone armor; see helmets with flashing light strips on them, or space guns with LEDs, being able to marvel at how the family gift for art has taken a totally new yet familiar direction in my son.
Still, he's starting a new life for himself, and for that I am happy.