She's leaving the nest...way sooner than I thought. Pass the kleenex.

She found the perfect apartment.  She convinced her Dad it was OK for him to pay rent starting in May instead of August (is she sure she isn't pre-law??).  We went to see it yesterday.  It was small, cramped and perfectly exquisite for a first apartment.  An amazing painted tin ceiling in the living room, and a dip or two in the floor, but who's counting?  I'm so excited for her, but felt this pang of sadness the moment I saw her text that her application had been approved.  It's probably all of 4 miles away from this house.  But it won't be this house, and I'm getting misty thinking about it.