Well, I don’t really know, but tonight when my youngest left for his flat in the city and an hour later his two older brothers also left for their flats in the city, I felt somewhat, well, strange. Sure, they actually left home six months ago, and we were both so happy that they all came home for Christmas.
It was also okay that they all left us again for the New Year. And yes, it was nice to have them home again for a day or two. And yes, we appreciate the one who is still around, living at home, even though he works such long hours and spends every spare minute doing voluntary service at the Red Cross. Then when he is at home, he is skyping with his fiancé. We appreciate his hugs and greetings every morning and every night on his way or on our way to work. He was also happy to have his brothers home for a night and a day. We even had lunch altogether. Except for the oldest one, who didn’t come home at all after Christmas. But we all met together again at the sister-in-laws’ new flat. Well, not exactly all, because the middle one was at a youth camp, so he couldn’t come. But the rest of us, we all met after the New Year for lunch with their two aunties. It was a moving family day, extended family, the kids and the sisters of my husband. And the scenery! The countryside! The weather! It was icy, frozen cold and the trees were all covered in frost and frozen fog. It was enchanting. And cold.
To think we lived in this cold area for three years! But it is not always this cold. It was just suddenly so cold just after the New Year. And we drove on the third of January. So today was the second time this year that we saw the other three. Well yesterday. They all came home yesterday. But we went out to a birthday party. We went out and my colleague from Toastmasters wanted to teach everyone how to Tango. So we learnt to tango. We got home after midnight. I felt a bit guilty about leaving the kids home alone when they came home to us. But they were happy just being together again. Same tonight. After the youngest one left the other three were sitting on the floor in the small room playing cards together. And the second one told us that he really appreciates our family values. So it’s probably all right.
Why do I feel like crying? Why am I talking to my blog instead of to my kids? I guess that’s what happens when you start getting the empty nest syndrome?