Next year, I’m moving out!

Yes, Emily said that over the weekend. 

She was upset about something and informed us that she was planning on moving out. 

I moved away for school when I was 17 so technically, she could be moving out next year. 

Technically, in another world, she would start Grade 12 next year and within a year could be moving out. 

I’m sad she won’t…

And

I’m delightfully happy she won’t…

I’m conflicted!

Emily hinted before at the possibility of moving out but it was never like it was this weekend. 

She made her announcement while sitting at the table waiting for food to be deposited on the table in front of her.  

 
Life is hard in our house!

I get that the other kids at school are talking about career choice and going away to University.  Hearing those things make her think. 

I can’t squish her dreams and aspirations for a carreer or for one day moving to an apartment. 

So, how did I handle the moving out comment?

I said:

Ok baby, if you want to be ready to move out next year we need to get you ready. 

We need to look at how much money you will need to pay rent, electricity, internet, tv and your phone bill. 

She looked confused. 

We will need to make a budget so you know how much money you need. You will need to earn your money because I already pay for everything here, I can’t pay there too. 

She just kept looking at me. 

Next, we need to figure out how you will get to school.  I won’t be there to drive you around so you will probably need to learn how to use the public bus system.  Maybe we can start looking into that soon. 

Complete silence. 

And we should start looking at things to do around the house… Cooking, cleaning, laundry… Finding your way to the laundromat.  

“Well, I’m taking a dog!”

Which one?

Maple!

Ok, well keep in mind, she has a nervous bladder and likes to pee on furniture so you will need to keep that under control.  

She didn’t look as excited about moving out anymore. 

What about night time?  Will you be ok on your own?  You should start staying home on your own for small amount of time so you can slowly get used to being on your own. 

“Mom? I think I’ll stay here a little longer!” 

 
Yes, life is not so hard here after all…