He's been living in Wyoming for about a month and a half, but today's the day he actually moved his stuff out of the house. He and his friends have found a nice four bedroom that they can afford and moved in earlier this week. Today, they rented a U-Haul truck and loaded up all of their important stuff. For Digger that meant his poker table, bed and space heater. When I asked him about the space heater, I was told that the poker table was going to go in the garage and they needed a heater in there to play poker this winter (all in a well, duh, Mom voice).
I parted with one of my cast iron skillets and bought him a new set of pots and pans. The original plan was to give him some hand-me-down pots and pans, but I decided it would be nice for him to have new ones. Trust me, they're cheap. I'm not an idiot. He's living with two other boys his age and one of their sisters. The pans are going to get ruined, but at least he can have something new to start out with.
I wasn't sure that I'd ever see the day when he'd be able to move out. Before RCC and I met, Digger's disease ran our family. I just didn't see how on earth he was ever going to get it under control and be able to live on his own. Now, here he is; he has his disease under control, has a job and is supporting himself. I couldn't be prouder.
He and his roommates invited us to join them for Thanksgiving. We'll be going, even though it's a heck of a drive, because hosting your first Thanksgiving dinner is a big deal.
I can't wait.