Today, my middle daughter is moving out to Vancouver. All my daughters have moved out within three and a half weeks of each other.

I do worry about them a little bit, but I’m pretty confident that they will land on their feet, they’ll make good decisions.

There’s sadness, too. Sometimes, I look out the window and think: Oh! Is she coming up ... no, that’s not her. But other times, there are moments of relief. There’s less dishes on the counter and less to clean.

I’ve been telling myself: They’re going to settle and they are going to be fine, doing all of this on their own. I’m trying to plan ahead, also – how am I going to go and see them, and so on. I’m looking towards the positive things in life.