My 23yr old daughter is moving out into a flat with her boyfriend of four years. It's over an hour's drive away and although chuffed she's finding and enjoying new found independence I'm gonna miss her more than she realises and dreading helping her to move in.
Not gonna lie, as shitty as it is to admit I'm even half hoping things don't work out because she was supposed to be overseas and teaching / working two years ago. She still has that planned but it irks me her plans were set back and put off for a boyfriend I like and is a good lad but there's an underlying sense of him holding her back if you will.
The door is always open and her room will be left exactly as it is so she knows whatever happens and in any scenario, she can come straight back home. I keep thinking of it as her just going for an extended holiday to avoid it bumming me out completely.
I used to imagine we'd be all “Wahoooooooooo!!!” when the time came and the kids were grown up so we could have the freedom to up-sticks and go wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted and now it's here, I'm definitely feeling sad, bad for the thoughts I shouldn't have but at the same time hopeful her next move is boarding a flight and being where she's dreamed since 9yrs of age.
I get that it bothers you to think of kids leaving home but it's a long while yet and you have an awful lot of time yet to enjoy them being at home before that worry starts to consume you too much.