It feels like it's been a million years since I posted anything here. And I do go through phases like that.
Part of my absence has been laziness, part feeling as though I have nothing to say, and most of all, lots and lots of stuff happening that's kept me busy. I can't say it's kept me offline, but I haven't had the... oomph, I guess, to sit down and write much of anything.
My family have finally - finally - moved out on their own. My daughter, her husband and their four children have been living with me in my tiny apartment for nearly two years(!), and it was beginning to feel like it would never end. Then, just like that, they're gone. They've been in their own place for two weeks.
I haven't yet experienced empty nest syndrome. I've been too busy cleaning up the messes. All the dust and grime and broken bits of toys that end up behind and under furniture. Tiny handprints, furniture scrapes, footprints (yes, footprints) on the walls. Coffee spots on the ceiling from a last-minute tantrum. It's quite literally amazing.
But now I sleep in a bed, not a pull-out couch. My place is being painted. Soon I'll be able to bring all the breakables and art and things that made it my house back into the rooms that echo in their emptiness.
Maybe I'm selfish, but it feels so good to have the place to myself. To do, and go, or stay, by myself without having to answer to anyone. Without anyone having to tiptoe around me, and not having to tiptoe around anyone in return.
There's other stuff, too, but for right now I'm updated.