Our youngest – at age 21 – announced last week he was moving to Pocatello to share an apartment with a friend there and possibly go to Idaho State University.
I hope he and Kimren get along well as roommates. It can be different living with someone, than hanging out with someone. But they both like each other, and are pretty laid back, so their chances are good.
It’s exciting for him, getting a bit of freedom and independence. And saving a little gas, as he spends most of his weekends in Pocatello anyway, though I say only a little because he’s still working in Idaho Falls and now has to commute 100 miles round trip for work. But he’s working on that, applying for jobs in Pocatello now.
He’s cleared out most of his stuff, took the idle window AC unit we have in the garage, a box of dishes I had left over from when I was Scoutmaster, and is still moving stuff. They got a washer and a dryer and a chest freezer. It’s all surreal.
I’m all for it. It’ll be good for him to get that little bit of independence. And see how tough it is to make rent payments and utility payments. But I have no doubts for him. He’s a hard worker, goal-oriented in many ways like his mother. And getting him in school, even if he’s only interested in general education at the moment, is a positive step.
It’s going to be odd, though. The house is emptying.
That leaves, ironically, our oldest at home now. He’s doing online school, and should be looking for a job but I think the autism is holding him back a little. It can be hard, I know.
We pray for our kids a lot. I hope they do well.
But the older I get, the more I understand what my Mom meant when she said she missed it when we were all little kids. I look at my own kids’ pictures and ponder, were they ever than young? Was *I* ever that young? But we were, and that time has passed and the world is turning and inevitably I’ll be at the end wondering how the hell I got so old.
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