Our oldest is moving out on his own this weekend. Technically, on paper he doesn't live here anymore. He's just staying over for couple of days before he can move in to his new apartment.
It's a weird feeling. At some level, sure it has been always apparent this day would eventually come. Even after he was accepted to the school and we started discussing it on a more concrete level it was still something distant. It all happened so fast at the end.
Now, it's actually happening. It's hard to realize what it actually means. Tomorrow, also in practice, he'll be gone, living on his own. Then, it will be just the three of us (plus the cats). And that won't last forever either. Sooner or later our daughter will want to move on her own as well. How empty this house will feel after that?
While it makes me sad, it also makes me proud at the same time. you'll do just fine. You'll drop by every now and then. You won't be completely gone from our life. We'll do whatever it takes to support you. And whatever happens, this will always be your home, where you are always welcome.