I am in a brand new phase of life. I never thought I would arrive here, but here I am.
I could have chosen to resist, to cling to the status quo, but instead I’ve decide to embrace the change and set off on a new adventure.
As of last week when my youngest daughter graduated from high school, I am officially an empty nester. She heads off to college in a couple of months, and her departure marks the official end of my day-to-day parenting role. It is a bitter-sweet phase, one that is natural and expected but tinged with sadness nonetheless.
When you’re raising children, parenting pretty much defines your life. The person that I was for over 20 years is no longer relevant, and now I’m creating a new me. I’ve been preparing for this transition for a while now.
Over the last year or so, I’ve been getting my house ready to sell, and my life partner (Ron) and I have been researching where we want to live. We’ve settled on Asheville, North Carolina, where we are building a house. We’ll be living in temporary digs in Asheville while we wait for it to be built.
As I’m writing this post, I’m surrounded by packed boxes and lots of memories. I’ve been sorting through photos, reviewing the life of my family captured in momentary blips of time. I’ve been discarding things I once treasured, and releasing my attachments to the past. The entire process has been a necessary part of letting go and moving on to the next adventure.
I’ve learned so much through this life transition, and I’m grateful I’ve taken my time and prepared myself for both the highs and lows that come with the passage.