Master Parrot moved out last weekend, off to a house that he is sharing with his two best mates. We’ve known he would be leaving for a couple of months, but it even so, it all happened very suddenly, or so it felt.
It’s a feeling we’ve experienced before, of course. Miss P disappeared to university in Sheffield when she was 18, then spent a year living in the city when she’d finished. Since then, she has lived in Cape Town, Thailand and Japan, so you’d think we’d be used to the idea, but it was different somehow.
For a start, her bedroom remained her bedroom, still furnished and full of the stuff she didn’t want to take with her. In that sense, it was more like she was simply visiting other places, rather than having left, and here was still ‘home’.
With our son, he dismantled his bed, packed all his belongings and off he went, leaving pretty much a bare room. Like he had left for good, which he probably has.
He may feel differently. For many years after Mrs P and me set up home together, I still thought of the house I’d grown up in as ‘home’ and in some ways I still do, even though my dad no longer lives there and it belongs to someone else.
But to return to the point, it has felt very different to be just the two of us rattling round in a house that suddenly feels emptier and it has set me thinking that perhaps we need to move on as well. We shall see.