Sunday, February 14, 2010
Gone but not forgotten
Andrea moved away from Florida once before, at the age of 19, to elope. It didn't last long, but for the first few years she came back, she was still a wild child. Tonight she's living in Louisville and I will be lonely without her. In the last three years she's directed her life, found a career, learned to be independent, and then finally reunited with someone that will be good to her and good for her.
It was a melodramatic leaving...everything that could go wrong about the move did, but when they called yesterday from the Panhandle, they had overcome all the stress and were starting on the adventure. Christian called to report they had completed their first domestic partner grocery shopping trip.
This, like my own move from home at the age of 25, is a necessary rite of passage, to become the adults they're meant to be. But it feels like a loss to me. Bearable, yes. Hard to get over? You bet.
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