Well, DD is finally well and truly ensconced in her new home. All the possessions that she holds dear have made the move, except for her big white bookcase full of books. She only took one box of books, as she only has one tiny bookcase in her new bedroom, so she really had to cull the herd. But there isn’t too much of her left at home – my home – now.
She cried a little when I left her there the first night. She wears her emotions on her sleeve at the best of times, and I guess when it really hit her that I was going home alone and that she was already home, the tears overwhelmed her. I hugged her hard, told her to have a good, solid cry after I left, to expect a few more times like that before she felt fabulous again, then quickly went out the door.
Did I cry? No, I didn’t. I do think about her and miss her almost constantly, of course, but I’ve not had myself a good, solid cry. Yet. Maybe I will. She’s only been gone four days. There’s still time for crying.
But what I didn’t count on was how empty her bedroom, office, and bathroom are. I mean, yes, I know she took all her stuff from those rooms, so all that was left was the furniture: bed, night table, armoire, desk, bookcase. But it’s just furniture. There’s no DD there any more. Even her bathroom is devoid of any part of her. Only that big white bookcase has her personality stamped all over it – but it’s not terribly visible from the door, you have to go right into her office and turn to the left to actually see all the books within.
Being by myself isn’t really bothering me, I don’t think. The weirder thing for me is that there are so few traces of DD left here now. Yet, what did I expect? She moved out, she took her stuff. Hell, I’m lucky she didn’t have to take her bedroom and office furniture too (that’ll be the next time she moves, I’m sure)! And she’s leaving her car in my garage too, because she says she can walk everywhere she needs to go in her new neighbourhood. She also gets a free student bus pass through her university, so she’s planning to use public transit to get to and from school, as well as to go any farther afield. Besides, her car has always lived in a garage, so she’s quite reluctant to now park it on the street – the street which has very limited parking available at the best of times.
Anyway, I’m coping okay. I’m keeping busy … apparently by cleaning! I’ve fished out the eleventy-million empty shoeboxes DD kept under her bed, I’ve reorganized two closets, I’ve thrown out a bunch of crap (really, DD? Broken glass from a forgotten art project in Grade 12 – TEN YEARS AGO???), I’ve packed treasured keepsakes properly into plastic bins, I’ve pretty much filled my recycling bin.
And I’m heading over to DD’s place for the second time this week with yet another box of things that she forgot to bring before and are now desperately required – including an umbrella, her old high school combination lock, and two of her favourite pairs of shoes.
Sigh … it looks like DD and I will still be seeing quite a lot of each other in the foreseeable future.