We took Hillary to the City today.
Box-spring and mattress, armchair, shelves, bench, desk and chair, body pillow, bedding, foamy, boxes and boxes and boxes, bags and bags and bags...
We made it in one trip.
Two vehicles, but one trip.
We are very good packers.
We left her new room in total disarray, but she's got 2 weeks before classes start, so she's got lots of time to set things right.
It was a very different good-bye from last week's.
I think seeing Johanna off at the airport was a lot harder.
She went from the familiar, to the unknown while her Sister is going from one known to another, albeit less familiar, known.
One is putting her life on hold for a year to have an adventure, while the other is beginning life.
One is beyond intervention or help, should anything go awry, and the other is only an hour and a half away, with a Grandmother and two Aunts nearby.
It was much harder than I thought it would be seeing Johanna off, but it was almost exciting getting Hillary moved and taking her to buy her first groceries. Reminiscent of getting my own first place.
I was joking with Hillary that after we left her in Saskatoon she'd do a dance of joy in her room, and we'd come home and do a dance of joy in her room.
But I know I'll miss her.
So, is the house half full, or half empty?
Time will tell.