Eden left for Florida yesterday for a Senior spring break trip. When I was in high school, people went on spring break trips, but I never did, and lots of other kids I knew didn’t, either. As a family, we don’t. I guess summer vacation is our thing. But Eden was going to melt into a puddle of mopey, sobby tears if she didn’t do a Senior spring break, and I would have had to clean that up, so…off she went. It’s my first spring break without her.
During the school week, Lucy does therapy 4 days out of 5. Usually I try to write while she’s at therapy, but I’m often distracted by Eden arriving home from school and turning on the television, rattling around in the fridge, and relating the details of her day. Not this week.
I sat down yesterday to write while Lucy was at Big Sky, our therapy facility. I didn’t expect to get much done. I was going to work on an obituary for my Aunt Marcia, and needed to focus, but historically the afternoons are choppy. Before I knew it, an hour had gone by. All of a sudden I realized how utterly silent the house was. No TV, no microwave, no cell phone texts pinging every 30 seconds from Eden’s phone. I realized that it was exactly what my house would sound like when Eden moves out for college. And I decided that actually, I don’t much care for a quiet house.