…such sweet sorrow.
Moved the eldest, yet again, this afternoon.
Once again, loaded his desk and bookshelf, all his books and clothes, into an assortment of cars.
Drove to his new spot.
A room in a commune in Harfield.
Close to the Station, close to the Varsity for his Masters, cloase to a young life.
Away from mom, and home and the stifling that brings.
All as it should be.
Yet, I can’t help but feel sorry that he’s gone again.
Yes, it was a major mission with them both here.
House was never tidy or really clean.
There was another human in the house.
Some kind of movement.
And now I have to get used to being completely on my own again.
Suppose it will come with time.
For now, it’s going to be a bit too quiet for a bit 😉