I think I moved from postpartum depression to empty nest syndrome without a break. Well, that's a lie. It has been almost 18 years. So yeah there was a break. It just went really really fast. Too fast,  I know everyone says this. So why is it so surprising? 

I am not the first nor the last. I assume it is like going through grief, or that glorious rite of passage that got me into this. I will just have to travel through it, not happy about it but it is what it is. I have gotten a lot of good advice from my friends. And of course my parents went through it. But I haven't gotten a lot of advice from only children parents so I am seeking advice from those with no "spare kids", 

Having an extra kid right now to focus on, well, that would have been a good help. They could have helped me through this transition, God, why didn't I think of this sooner? Why didn't I think of this 16 years ago? Hmmmmm. Seems I made a big mistake in not having that second one. Oh well, I made my bed.

I guess I will have to take the mature route and woman up. I will take the high road. I will creep my kid on social media, constantly text him and visit him way too often. Too much? I have a few months to figure this out, Anyone up for rotating road trips and a care package packing night?

I haven't been here in a while, I think that may be because happiness is abound or it may be that I am lazy.  Let's go with the first one.

As I get older I realize telling the truth, while it has always been my thing, may be the thing that does me in. I agree that the truth can be shared in a less blunt, in your face, like a bag of bricks experience but I never was that gentle. So in my wiser older years I am going to try to be more gentle with others. At least with the ones who deserve it. Of course that is based on my personal declaration of who is kind and who is not and my brutal honesty will be required for that task. Always a loophole....