24 Yr.
Sometimes I feel so lonely in this house that was once so busy that I just want to drive across town to see him. But then I remember that I would have exploded had my parents done that when I was 24 and I refrain. Yet, it's so hard to go past his room every day that was once so messy because someone actually lived in it - it's so hard to go past that room and have it be so clean, so empty because all of his stuff got taken to college, and now to that apartment that he shares with his friends. I suppose this is the literal definition of an 'empty nester' and I guess now is the point at which my life becomes a little bit more about me, rather than about my kid - but what if I miss him and just want him back here? But it's not all bad, I should say that, it's not all bad in this stage of our lives. His is booming with activity, with his new job and that girl who he won't tell me about and his friends with all their various significant others and that apartmen...