As we approach the emptying of our nest in a couple of months, I have strongly considered getting rid of the kitchen table. Not because it’s beat up (it is). But because its’ empty chairs boldly broadcast the fact that the kids are gone. Sitting down to dinner with just one or two of us seems too sad. During the rest of the busy day I can convince myself that things haven’t changed that much; that our house isn’t “empty”. But that dinner table is a stark reminder in the 6-8pm timeframe that things have definitely changed, likely forever. So replacing that old table with a new, smaller one seemed a fitting and transitional way to move into our next chapter.

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