Yesterday, the boys moved out -- El Brato to an apartment that he will share with his brother and a friend,and the Borrowed One with another friend while he waits for his paperwork to join the Marines.
Is this what an empty nest feels like?
I am excited for all of them!
Now, what are we going to do with all the space that we have downstairs?
I see several trips to the hardware store for paint, and then some recarpeting of the whole basement.
Of course, the last thing I heard from El Brato last night was "What's for dinner tomorrow?"
I have the suspicion that we'll see more of him now that he's moved out than when he was at home. Especially at supper time.
I'll take that.