The future is me

Son no 2 finally moved out.

He got married at the end of August and him and the lovely wife bought a flat, which needed some work done before they could move in.

He officially moved out (when his bed moved out) 2 weeks ago but his room is still half full of his things.  I am reluctant to nag him about getting all the stuff out as he is working full time, and most weekends too and is trying to his new place together so I don’t want to add extra pressure… but its driving me crazy.

My place is now full of black bags of old clothes, bags of old CD’s, books and that’s just what my living room looks like.  His old room is still full of more of his old clothes, furniture and I don’t know what else.

My home is in a bit of turmoil and so is my head and heart.

I miss him, even with his mess but I am also feeling free…. Like its all my time (lets ignore my mother for now).  I have my space, my time and I can actually walk around in my underwear and no one is going to pop out of a room and get scared silly at that sight!

I can even cook for myself all of my favourite vegetables and all the things he didn’t like. 

It is a bit lonely though and I am sad but its been ages since I did anything for me first and I am slowly relaxing into making me a priority.  I think I like that.

The future is about me now.