If all goes as planned, by this time next year Basement Artist will be married and living in Montreal.
By this time next year Social Hurricane is hoping to be somewhere out on her own, probably in some sort of roommate situation, maybe in a nearby city.
By this time next year, Lord willing, Graphics Magician will be a freshman in high school finishing up his first quarter.
And a year goes fast. It goes by much faster than it used to, which my father has always assured me is a sign of advancing age.
Speaking of which, by this time next year if he's still with us he'll have turned ninety years old, and various other relatives will have ticked another birthday off the list.
Adored Wife will celebrate her fiftieth this coming year. (I'll only be turning forty-nine--I married an older woman.)
When our daughters leave home and as our son continues to grow toward independence it's going to mean radical changes in our home life.
Don't know what it's going to look like--everybody's experience is a little different, but lots of people have gone through this before. We're hardly unique.
It's going to be interesting finding out.
Hope all's well out there, friends, and God bless.
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