I didn’t suffer from empty nest syndrome when my daughter went off to college.
Mainly because we didn’t really have a nest. We’d left our house in Phuket, Thailand back in 2024 after she’d graduated, did a stint in Brisbane, and then stayed in London over the 25/26 Christmas period while she got settled.
When we left in February to pursue our nomadic dreams, Cerys (my daughter) was fully ensconced in her life as a college student, and I was biting my nails wrapped up in my apprehension of backpacking through South America.
I didn’t have time to miss her.
Until…
Then, she holidayed with us for 4 weeks in Vegas & Cabo & flew home 3 weeks ago as we made our way to Canada.
A new country, a new city to explore, I should have been beside myself with excitement.
But I wasn’t. I was sad.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me through the first week. I just kept waking up feeling a bit low and teary.
I thought maybe it was because we’d left the sun, sea, sand & margaritas behind in Cabo (probably a bit o…
