Moving Out

 

Or is it moved out?  Back in spring my son and his buddy started looking for a place to move to.  It's been an on again off again search.  A couple of weeks ago they found a house for rent.  It isn't far from me, not even a couple of miles.  I could walk there.  I won't, but I could if the urge to do so came upon me.  They take over completely Jan 1, but the landlord gave them the keys and allowed them to start moving over the holiday since they both had some time off.  Needless to say each day and/or night they've been there cleaning, repainting, and making it 'their' place.  Each time he left he took a little with him.  I wanted to go check it out so I could help, maybe measure windows, something to help out.  His response was it wasn't ready and when his bed and dresser got there I could see.  

Monday the bug bit them.  No, not our little 'bug,' but the moving bug.  By dinner time his room was a shambles and all the furniture was gone.  He has some clothes and a huge mess, but everything is basically gone.  I had got him some items for Christmas and they soon disappeared from under the tree.  Monday after dinner I was headed to one of my sisters house to see her tree and have a holiday visit.  Of course, on the way I stopped at the new place.  He met me at the door and before he could say a word I told him.  'Your bed and dresser are here, and now so am I.' We both chuckled and we walked in.  The place isn't bad.  It's got a solid roof, floors, and the windows appear to be ok.  We will know more when the temperature drops down below 0.  LOL They have it decorated like a guys place.  Mind you they are both about 20, so it is definitely not a place for Mom to visit unannounced.  It looks good, and I'm proud of them.  They did most of the work alone.  Not sure if they wanted the to be proud of that fact, or wanted it to be all done before anyone saw it.  Either way they both should be proud.   

Me?  Well, I have mixed emotions.  I'm heart broken as he is my 'baby,' I am scared that it won't work and they both are trying so hard, I am excited as he wants this so bad.  Not that he hates living with me.  At least I don't think that is it, I think he just wants to be an adult.  I am also very proud.  Proud that he took the bull by the horns and did it.  He needs to learn and we've all struggled at one time or another.  It made us stronger.  It will make him stronger too.  Once again I have to quote a good friend who gave me great words when he went to Florida in the summer.   

It's like learning to swim. Remember the feeling you had when you first got the nerve to actually paddle and splash your arms erratically a few feet into the "deep end"? You know, where your toes, for the first time, were no longer clinging to that muddy river bottom that gave a sense of security. Even if only for a few seconds, it's a new beginning.  "by RH"    

Another new beginning in his young life.