My last chick has left the nest and bought a house of her own. I'm very proud of her, but I told her older sister I felt a little sad to see her go. She cheered me up by reminding me, "You must have done SOMEthing right; she's leaving!"
I realized this morning that last night I had just spent the first night in my life in a house where no one else lives. Not my first night to be alone, but the first time ever to be in my own home with no one else in residence. No parent, no roommate, no spouse, no child, no pet. Just me.
Yep, just me, with a bathroom of my own. A washer and dryer of my own. A thermostat of my own.
Maybe I should call in the house keys from my grown-up kids so I can run around the house naked if I want to.