I've been feeling a bit glum this week. At first I chalked it up to the February blues, but honestly, I don't really mind winter all that much, except for the shoveling, which hasn't been too bad this year. There's nothing really amiss in my little world: My semester is off to a good start, the kids are doing well, and Steve is enjoying a much-needed February break. So why was I feeling a little out of sorts, a little off my game? Slowly, it dawned on me--I'm in withdrawal. My youngest was home for the weekend and now she's back at school. And I miss her. I miss her car in the driveway, her face at the dinner table, and her body asleep in her bed upstairs. I miss the way her sweet, funny presence lights up the house. I also miss the way I feel when she is home. Meg Mitchell Moore describes it perfectly in the quote above--when one of my kids is home, I feel "happier, safer, and more at ease with the world." So even though I'm slowly getting used to this new stage in my life, the transition after a visit is rough. And I suspect it always will be.