I'm currently sitting in the sadly empty room of my daughter. Just my puter, a mattress... (minus the frame) w/my dog on it; curled up sleeping in his "deer pose", a small shelf w/her various abandoned books, an old tv (currently on CNN's Newsnight ) and miscellaneous other odds and ends of her (my daughter's) former life here.
I never dreamed it'd be this hard to get used to her being gone. "Empty Nest Syndrome" is what they call it, but I never thought I'd experiance such sadness as a result. In fact, I hate to admit this, but I kind of looked forward to "being free" at this (relatively) young age of 38. I had plans, even...
...Among other things, I wanted to redue the room I am currently sitting in- (the whole upstairs actually--- since all of it had been my daughter's domain, and I had long dreamed of what I could eventually do w/the extra space). Yet, since she's been gone; first to college, and now Boston for her summer job, I've become far too aware of how much I miss her.

I hardly ever come up here anymore and have changed very little about these rooms since she left.
However, one cool thing that happened just NOW was hearing the thumping af a deer run by. They're all over the place since we've had such a mild winter. Also it's great to be able to have the window open now! It wasn't that long ago that I had the woodstove going. Another GLORIOUS Maine summer is on it's way.

Hopefully it'll perk me up.