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Here鈥檚 a joke that I recently heard. An optimist sees the glass half-full. A pessimist sees the glass half-empty. An opportunist drinks the water. Not all that coincidentally, these describe the various emotional states of my half-occupied nest. Sometimes it鈥檚 half-full; sometimes it鈥檚 half-empty. Although there is more time and space in my house since Anna left for college, I鈥檓 still shocked that she packed up and moved away a five-hour drive from me. Bearing in mind that our daughter wakes up every day almost 300 miles away, here鈥檚 a very short list of what鈥檚 changed at my house.

The bedroom. Be careful what you wish for because it may come true. Before she left for school, we blasted Anna鈥檚 room, clearing over eight years of detritus. We were sorting stuff that dated all the way back to fourth grade. There was that book project Anna couldn鈥檛 part with or that oh-so-pretty party dress that she wore on the bar mitzvah circuit six years ago! Six years ago?! Mind-boggling. In fact, Parents鈥� Weekend at Anna鈥檚 school falls on the fifth anniversary of her Bat Mitzvah. The quiet, clean bedroom matches the quiet, sort of clean house. I don鈥檛 mean to say that Anna is loud. But there is a liveliness, a spirit of wonder and a megawatt smile that she brings into a room. And with her departure for college, I鈥檓 now the only girl in the house. Even the dog is a boy and, like the men in this house, he could care less about the fabulous sweaters and pocketbooks that I find on sale.

The car. Anna never made the deadline we gave her for getting her driver鈥檚 license. Even her learner鈥檚 permit has expired. This means that Anna needed rides early and often. The longest ride we had together was between her school and Adam鈥檚. I鈥檒l admit I was almost always grumpy about the prospect of driving 15 miles in traffic between schools. But my annoyance evaporated when Anna got in the car and we had a half hour to ourselves. We put the time to good use. We鈥檇 talk about the books she was reading, the people she was hanging out with, the latest doings at Student Council. The car ride was the teenage equivalent of lying down with her before she fell asleep. When she was a little girl, that was the time that I learned what was near and dear to her heart, or conversely, what broke her heart.

Mealtime. Anna鈥檚 acute dairy allergy shaped who she was and, consequently, who we became as a family. Over the years, Ken and I worked to help her advocate for herself at a birthday party or a restaurant. It turns out that Anna鈥檚 allergy also informed our Judaism. Since we had such little dairy in our house and we had made the commitment to send our kids to Jewish day school, it was not such a big leap for us to start keeping kosher. At first, we practiced keeping kosher using our non-kosher dishes. That is to say, we didn鈥檛 buy new plates or get a second set of plates to separate meat from dairy more fully. The fully stocked kosher kitchen was a natural outcome of our kitchen remodel. Everything was new, including a dishwasher with two drawers, one for meat and one for milk. Nevertheless, we mainly lived a meat and pareve existence. When Anna left for college, I was sure that we would have a dairy fest every night in the house. I鈥檒l admit that for the first couple of weeks, we went wild and crazy with cheese tortellini and traded some of our Mother鈥檚 pareve margarine for a tub of butter. But it wasn鈥檛 as fun as we thought it would be. There was something disloyal about indulging in all that dairy, and so, barely realizing it, we went back to our pareve life.

The brother. In many ways, Anna鈥檚 departure has been hardest on Adam. When it became clear that Anna was indeed going to college, he got downright depressed at the thought of being the only child at home. He鈥檇 mumble under his breath, 鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe I鈥檓 going to be stuck with those two. 鈥� Those two, in case you haven鈥檛 figured it out, are Ken and me. I tried not to be insulted and chalked up his rudeness to anticipatory anxiety. It鈥檚 been six weeks since Anna settled into a dorm room with posters of Coldplay and the Beatles, and Adam still can鈥檛 believe he鈥檚 stuck with the two of us. I thought he鈥檇 be thrilled to be picked up on time and have unfettered access to Parmesan cheese. It turns out he was just making noise about those things. He鈥檇 rather have Anna home.

When it鈥檚 all said and done, this half-empty nest, or depending on a given day, half- full nest, is ultimately emotional limbo. I鈥檓 not exactly pushing Adam out the door, but I鈥檓 kind of curious about what being an opportunist feels like.

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