My only child moved out all her stuff from her old bedroom for good. She left home for college in 2000 and has never lived at home since. She has gone full circle from Brooklyn to Denmark to Australia to Vietnam and now back to Brooklyn a block away from her first dorm at Pratt. The thing is I always had some of her crap upstairs and that gave me comfort. Yesterday she just left the stuff that needs to be given away. I was sad on my way to practice, and feeling stupid for being sad. As I am laying down my mat, teacher casually asks “Maria, where do your children live?” and I was able to tell her my little story about my kid moving yesterday and I felt better right away.