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kayreI am typing this in my daughter's new home. What an odd feeling! She'll turn 30 in 2 weeks, and except for 2 years of college and a short internship she's nearly always been with me. We know it's time and we're both ready, but it's still odd. I'm mostly happy-- I love her apartment and feel good about her being here, and I'm really glad she'll still be close. And I am so glad to separate the feuding cats, and to not have to gear my schedule so closely to hers (especially during the insomniac's bedtime routine). But there are still moments of sadness.
