Tuesday, November 28, 2017

My Second Daughter has Moved Out

I never had a daughter move out before. My married daughter and her husband who has lived in our suite for 2 and a half years has moved into their own house. I can't believe it, in a way, as she drove off with the final boxes that they were living out of in Deborah's room for the last 2 weeks, while their house has undergone renovations.  She said goodbye to us, and her two remaining sisters, as she pulled out of our driveway. She said she has to get used to the idea of sleeping there before her continued schooling begins at BCIT on Thursday. They will be cramming in 6 months of learning into four day! How is that even possible?
Today, I was helping her at the house, carrying some boxes, and setting up her desk for her studies, and generally, doing a little of everything. By 1 pm we got tired, and went to Sears to buy her convection/microwave combo that is also will work as a fan above her stove. The young couple have done well, to set up their own home. Hopefully, the settling in won't be too much of a challenge. It will be lonely at the Gordon household, once again. The feeling of loss will permeate the house. Yet, we must remember that it is a healthy flow of life's events. With the holidays so close, it will be wonderful for them to enjoy their own fireplace, and cozy kitchen, and beautiful garden. I can only imagine how beautiful their 44 year old evergreen trees will look with snow glistening on the branches. Independence is something sweet, but abiding in peace and harmony is also something to be admired. Being a co-worker in a home with due respect is something of great treasure. I recall watching a reality show where the entire family of 3 generations lives together. I think there were over 16 grandchildren and 4 married children, with their respective spouses. They are on the verge of building a huge mansion to accommodate everyone. We can all choose how we live our lives, with family or friends or even alone. As long as peace permeates our heart, and plenty of love, it will all end well.

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