mourning the old

If we were talking now I think I’d talk about how I’m excited about our new adventure, but also in a way I’m silently mourning the end of what life was like till now

The end of living with my parents, the end of the comfort and safety of childhood, and the cautious acceptance that from now on the responsibilities increase and the available time to handle them decreases. Maybe I’ll have to let go of things I haven’t really made my peace with letting go of yet, and I have some fear about that