It's a weird feeling leaving home after 25 years. I've always been my mom's baby. We have always been the best of friends and we've always talked about anything and everything. So, to leave home and to start a life of my own is kind of a scary thing. It's scary knowing my mom isn't just downstairs and I can't just holler out when I need her. It's scary knowing she won't be there to stock the fridge full of groceries or buy new shampoo when I run out. It's scary knowing she won't be there to wipe up my spills, to do my dirty dishes, or to fold my laundry. It's scary knowing that dinner won't be sitting on the counter when I come home at night, unless Caden makes it for us. It's scary knowing she won't be living in the same home as me. And it makes me sad if I think about it for too long.
Of course I'm excited to start a "big girl" life. And I'm absolutley thrilled to be living with Caden. I can't wait to start our lives together as husband and wife and it's a little exciting not knowing what to expect or how to be a wife. I'm up to the challenge and I'm more than excited about it all. But, parts of me are sad to leave my mom. And parts of me wish I could bring her along and keep her in a secret bedroom for when I need her most. Parts of me want to pack up all her stuff on "accident" so she will be forced to move with us. But,most parts of me know that I will be okay. Most parts of me know that Caden and I can and will make it on our own. It's going to be a bumpy ride and I'll probably cry on more than one occassion, but it's going to be absolutely worth it. We are going to be husband and wife, and that's the absolute best thing in the whole wide world.
Plus, my mom is just 13 minutes away. Right?