Up and Out

On this night, my firstborn  is spending his first night happily ensconced  somewhere in Ogden, in his very own place.  His very own rented place, I should say.  He woke up Wednesday morning and turned his whole life upside down.  Within 48 hours, he had found a new job, quit his old job, and put a deposit down on a house in Ogden, near school.  His new job is close by his new place too, and he is looking forward to less driving and more sleeping.

He moved out while I was at work.  I didn't even get to take any pictures, or nag him about dinging up my walls, or  remind him to lock his new door. The whole thing has happened so suddenly, and so without my input, I don't know what to think.  I haven't even seen the place he has rented yet.  He did it all on his own.

It's like he is growing up or something.

Now what  am I supposed to do?  How am I going to  know if he is home or not?  How am I supposed to know if he is eating?   Who is going to be my pinch hitter when I need a fill-in chauffeur  or when there is a terrible spider to smash? Who is going to sleep with Maggie?

Really though, as much as I will miss having him around, I think this is a great move for him.  The pieces all fell into place for him to do this, and it is high time he jumps out on his own. He is a hard worker with his head on straight, and he is headed in a good direction.  He starts his second year of college on Monday, and I couldn't be prouder.

Plus, I know I will still seem him when he gets hungry.