They moved only about 102 miles from their apartment in College Station, but in their change in circumstances, they're moving to the other side of the moon. Instead of starving students relying on scholarships and student loans to keep body and soul together as they have done for the past four years of their married life, a well-paying job promises comfort, security, and elimination of their debt. Instead of a two-bedroom apartment growing increasingly smaller the larger their toddler and two cats grow, they are renting a new-ish, clean and well-maintained four-bedroom home with 2½ baths and a two-car garage in a nice neighborhood. Filling up those rooms with furniture will take some time, but they've already made their first installment with a new flat-pack dining table and chairs.
|Dallas & Lynda when he graduated from |
BYU in 2010
Then, the truck unloaded, lunch ingested and a bit of a rest snatched, I followed the truck back to College Station driving their little red Toyota, where D2 turned in the truck and Andi and I finally headed back down the road to Houston while he returned to his wife and son. Twelve hours, 375 miles and one sore pedal foot later, Andi and I pulled into our own driveway good and ready to hit the hay.
With D2 and Lynda's embarkation into the real world—finished with his formal education, gainfully employed, settled in a town that is not a temporary stop-over on their way to somewhere else—now only Paul, our youngest and in law school, remains unsettled.
|Adam, Ariane & crew on Adam's graduation from the |
University of Houston Downtown in 2009
|Paul & Desiree' on their graduation|
from BYU-I in 2011
But primarily, I feel gratitude. And hope. And, when I admit it to myself, loss. They don't need us any longer. They're gone. No. Really. They mean it this time. They won't be back.
Each milestone our sons pass makes us more irrevocably empty-nesters and I cannot escape that scalp-prickling sensation of time creeping up from behind, its chill breath assaulting the back of my neck and making me squirm. Just how much longer will it be before we are completely dependent upon them? The tables have turned.
Even though we are unaccountably blessed with having our all children within easy driving distance, I feel like the robin in this video. Where did everybody go?
—A Chaotic Mind