Up, Up and Away!

We took Celia to the airport this morning. She wanted to be early, and she was. I watched her move through security, chatting with a fellow passenger as she put her laptop, shoes and carryon into the bins. And then ... she vanished.

Home now, I think at first that I can't go in her room, but I'm pulled there despite myself. There are the cast-offs — the shoes, clothes and books that didn't make the final cut.  There's the cover to Jane Eyre, one of her faves — she has the book itself. And there's the box I brought home from work on Monday. Something tells me I'll be filling it soon and mailing it to Seattle.

For the first time in a long time, 2938 is an empty nest.  The youngest has flown the coop. My heart flies with her.

(The girls out on the town this weekend.)