OK, who remembers The Beatles tune "She's Leaving Home", from the SGT PEPPER album? Now change the gender.....
Katie's son has moved out, at age 19.75. He has rented an apartment, with a good buddy, about a mile from our Swanton, OH, home. Last night I helped him move some stuff. Today he came back for more.
He is at that age when he wants to prove something.....probably to himself, to Katie and this Bear, and to his Father. I have to say, he has acted very adult in his dealings with this new adventure.....a maturity that I had not seen before.
Prior-to his move, when the clothes hamper was "missed", lights left on, dishes unwashed, grass uncut, loud friends in his basement room.....Katie was very anxious for him to slide away. But on the night of the move.....some tears were flowing. Katie seems much better today and is getting excited about making some changes to rooms, etc.
This Bear was 20 when I slid away from the apron strings. It was the night of my first marriage.....a rather quiet and quick event at a Magistrate in Monroe, MI. After the ceremony we stopped home.
"Hi, Bear," Mom said, smiling as we walked in.
"Hi, Mom. We just got married."
That was the night I left.
My son left home when he was in his early 20s. My son and my step-daughter engaged in an act that produced by first grandchild..... .....and they rented a tiny house in west Toledo.
Katie left home to live with her boyfriend, back in the day. But they were very poor and her boyfriend at that time was a loser so she moved back home. She stayed at home for another year or two, moving out in her early 20s.
How about you? When did you go out on your own and leave the comfort and security of the home you grew-up in?