It's hard to believe that our youngest is moving out.
Yes, we will be empty nesters in one week. Wow!
He found a studio apartment downtown in a historic building.
Historic sounds better than
old.
His older (historic) brother lives four doors down.
Same building.
As you can imagine, all sorts of emotions are rearing their ugly,
(and not-so-ugly) heads.
I'm designing pallet furniture in
my head.
(and finding all kinds of pallet beauties on Pinterest.)
It's time to put my sweet designer skills to work.
(to take my mind off the fact that
I'm historic.)
It's my duty as his mother.
He's a little less enthusiastic.
I can't help myself.
Do you love this pallet coffee table?
The studio is very light and airy.
And very, very small.
On a positive note...it has an atrium.
Not quite this large.
Mom and Dad come to visit....hello son!
I can't believe it.
He's not my baby anymore.
I don't think he's ever forgiven me for cutting his hair.
