Last night, Mr. B and I were sitting on the porch after BD had gone to bed. No one stuck his head out the door to ask, “Tea?” Guitar chords were not gently strummed in another room. The washer and dryer were resting up after a very busy day. No cell phone rang, treating us all to the theme from Chariots of Fire. And the basement storeroom was much emptier than it’s been in a long time.
HS has moved out. As in for good (one hopes). And as in paying his own rent. He has an efficiency apartment in a building that’s over 100 years old. He’s offered to have BD come visit him for a weekend now and then, but she’s convinced herself that the place is haunted and doesn’t want to go.
HS assured us that he was not disturbed by ghosts during his first night there.
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Well, can you handle it? I’m sure you’re used to it by now. Too sweet that HS has invited his siter to visit, but she’s convinced there are ghosts there! Hope he enjoys his new home!
And how’s BGM with this?
Not sure if I’m jealous or a little sad (that it won’t be long before mine start flying away, too.)
You sound content.
I don’t know how you can stand it, my own HS is just senior in high school (as of next week) and I am already having trouble dealing with sending him off to collage nest year!
Congratulations! And I can certainly understand the line “one hopes”.
I didn’t write much about the last time I became an empty nester because it wasn’t *big sigh* the first, and I already know it won’t be the last, although the next time will be temporary and “in between” and I certainly hope THAT will be the last, but WHO KNOWS? 
Again, congratulations!
Wow, a half-empty nest is better than…oh, never mind!