I got up early this Easter Sunday to bring up those little things that you need when you are moving out and in my haste to get away early, I forgot about half of what I meant to bring.
So I’ll have to make another trip to bring the other things that Meg and Max need in their new home. They both moved out on Good Friday and have been sorting their new place out over the long weekend.
This is actually the second time that my daughter Meg has left the nest. The first time was when she left for university and her mother and I were still married. That was quite a long time ago.
She moved in with me after she finished uni and we limped along for a long while. I enjoyed her company and she helped to keep the house sorted and she was my movie and gaming buddy. But while she was living with me her life was stagnating. We lived in the wrong town and just about the time we decided that we needed to change what we were doing, I got injured at work and then almost died.
While we were both dusting ourselves off from that catastrophe she and her fella Max re-kindled their spurious connection. They had met in 2011 and despite the fact that they were both interested in each other, neither of them were in a good place at that time.
After a year-ish, they got together and the “Gods” must have smiled because they were so in tune with each other that they formed an instant couple.
Now they are taking that first tremulous step together and have moved into their first flat. I am happy and excited for them. I helped them to move and they’re now cleaning the disgusting carpet that the previous tenant obviously never apparently hoovered.
Sitting here watching them strenuously steam clean their carpet, reminds me of all the new times that I’ve had a “new” start or just a fresh one. Either with one wife or another or on my own (although the last time I moved into a new place I had the Meg’s help) and now it’s her turn.
I’m sitting here on one of their three chairs (they’ll get the rest of the furniture later) and I can’t help but be filled with enthusiasm for the new life they’re starting and how lucky she and Max are to have found each other.
I’m having a new chapter open up in my life as well, but, that will be another post for another time. Until then, I’ll help my daughter and her fella out as much as I can and interfere as little as possible. Now I’ll raise my coffee in a toast to the new life they’ve started and to their freshly cleaned carpet!