<p>I’m all over the place on this one:</p>
<p>I enjoy having time and space to myself. I miss her, but in a “normal” sort of way, off and on, nothing devastating. I have needed to begin expanding my horizons so as not to have too much empty space – still working on that one, but I see the promise in it. I’m always happy to have her home but it’s clear that both of us are ready for this new stage of life. But in the end, no matter how much we do, or how ready we are or busy we get, there is something irrevocable about this. They come and go, and they might even come back for a longer while, but that childhood is over and it isn’t coming back. This is as it should be, but it’s okay to be sad about it.</p>