It’s been quiet around the house the last couple of days. Both boys are away on school trips and A & I are experiencing a prelude of what our empty nest will feel like in a few years.
I like the quiet. And it’s a whole lot easier planning meals for two (i.e. a lot of eating out!) than for four.
But it feels weird though, this emptiness. Disquieting. A disquieting quietness, how poetic. My mind can’t help but wonder how they’re doing, are they enjoying themselves, what kinds of meals are they having.
I don’t think I like it much.
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