It’s been a minute since I’ve written anything on my blog and that’s directly related to having my right hand knuckle replacement surgery. While that’s a 2.0 post in the making, it is what’s prevented me from sharing things for the last several weeks. The good news is my right hand is better than it was and so close to being great!
Our family marked a significant milestone a few weeks ago—we moved our youngest to Atlanta, GA. Yes, a whole new state and a different time zone. To say this is a new checkbox for us is an understatement. While our hearts swell with pride knowing she will thrive, there’s an unsettling feeling that accompanies this move. It’s THE move—the one that signifies she is now, and perhaps forever, on her own.
As an empty nester, I’ve been riding a wave of emotions. One moment, I’m overwhelmed with nostalgia; the next, I’m excited for her new adventures. Amidst this emotional turmoil, I found solace in the wise words of June Mitchell, “Honey, Empty Nesters is a MYTH! They leave, but they come back, and each time they come back, they bring more people!”
This transition is undeniably challenging, but remembering that our nest will never truly be empty brings comfort. For all the empty nesters out there, let’s cherish these moments of change and growth, knowing that our family ties remain unbroken, and our nest will always be a place of return.
Saturday morning was a whirlwind of activity. Kenny, in his “Ford Tough” truck—fitting since he works for Ford—made the trek from Atlanta to help with the move. We picked up a Uhaul, and in a moment of serendipity, the truck had “Holland” emblazoned on it. For those familiar with the poem about landing in Holland, it felt like a gentle nudge from the universe, a poetic reminder of unexpected journeys.
Kenny was a true sport throughout the day. We loaded the Uhaul, and despite the pouring rain, he immediately turned around and drove back to Atlanta. The rain could have been a symbol of tears, but I’ll spare you the sappy metaphors.
This move, though physically demanding and emotionally taxing, was filled with small moments of grace and resilience. It reminded us that even in the midst of significant changes, we find signs of hope and continuity. As we navigate this new chapter, it’s these little reminders that help us embrace the journey ahead.
Kyndal’s new apartment is fabulous. It seems to be in a great part of town, and it’s super fancy with all the amenities. It’s definitely the YoPro vibe.
We met the new roommate and her family. Loved them and know they will enjoy the next 12 months. Unpacked everything. Visited one of the churches on her list. Ate at Sweetgreens. Took a decor trip to Home Goods. Took a tour of the apartment complex. Then it was time to leave.
As an empty nester, I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on our “Moving Era,” which began five years ago. The state of our house and garage stands as a testament to this constant flux (stay tuned for a sale post featuring random items). Here’s a quick rundown: we moved Kyndal to Auburn, welcomed Bob and Mary into our home, relocated a sister to Bob and Mary’s place, helped Dyson move out of our house, moved Dyson and Clara to Cullman, settled Bob into the Manor, brought Kyndal back home from Auburn, moved Kyndal to Atlanta, and finally, in the same weekend, cleared out everything from Forrest Street.
While we’re grateful for the physical health that has allowed us to manage all these moves, it’s the emotional journey that truly stands out. Each move has been a bittersweet blend of joy and sadness. As empty nesters, it’s a unique experience to feel happiness for our children’s new beginnings while simultaneously mourning the chapters closing in our own lives.
Despite the emotional highs and lows, every move marks the start of a new era for our loved ones. This realization brings immense joy, which outweighs any sadness I might feel. Embracing these changes, we find comfort in knowing that every new chapter is filled with growth and opportunity.
My life….
I told April and Sharma that this was all my fault. I raised her (both of my kids) to have roots and wings. I wanted them to feel like they have options of where they live and that we would make it a priority to come to them. That closeness was not in the proximity of our homes but in the depth of the relationships we create as adults.
Shark Rocket
As our parenting stage has now evolved to life coaches, I think again about Mrs. June and her statement to me, “Empty Nesting is a Myth.” I hope that my kids always know they can come home with more people and have a safe place to land.
Yellow Luggage
Kyndal has accepted a job at Manhattan Associates and will begin with their January cohort. In the meantime, she is working at Anthropologie and seeking another internship to fill the gap, while she learns the big city life.
Auburn University Graduate, December 2023
Industrial and Systems Engineering
Business Minor