Daughter no. 2 is moving out today.
I’m not sure what I am feeling.
She has plans for herself.
Starting off with living independently.
I welcome her plans.
She is focused and head strong.
I feel happy for her determination to be independent.
I welcome the loosening of space within my space.
But… there is a but…
I’m not sure what it is.
I think I will only begin to decode my feelings when she’s gone.
I’m helping her move in to her new place.
Only a few minutes away, but still…
This means one less head coming home each night.
Just me and daughter no. 1.
Nothing wrong really, it’s actually all good.
I’m just not sure what I am feeling.
