It's been a month of change.
My mum has moved from her home of 35 years and this weekend, my eldest moves out to share a house with a girlfriend.
She sort of left home once before but not really. At 18, she went to live with my mum and stepdad for two or three days a week during her first year of uni before transferring her course back to Melbourne.
This is different. But I'm okay. Living at home has meant she's had the opportunity to travel but now she, and we, are ready for her to go.
It will be weird, no doubt. Of my three kids, she is the messiest and can be pretty feisty when the mood strikes her. She is loud, sensitive and the least confident despite being the eldest.
She is her 16 year old's sister's biggest supporter but also her staunchest critic. Of late, there's been a bit of clashing between them as the 16 year old, in typical teenager fashion, is asserting her own personality. The bickering annoys the crap out of me.
We'll see her a few nights a week, I expect she'll need a good feed - don't thinking gourmet cooking is on the agenda!
It will be strange but it's true life goes in swings and roundabouts. I will finally be getting a Room of My Own, to quote Virgina. For writing and my craft, finally not having to pack up the kitchen table and put things away.
My fingers are crossed it is all going to work out okay.