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Hi, everyone.

Welcome back to I Choose Me, the pod where we talk about all the choices we make in life and how they shape us.

So today, it's another episode of just me, just Jenny.

And I wanted to talk about a very real, very current in my life topic.

And I know it's something that a lot of you out there might be dealing

with too, or you have maybe somebody in your life that's dealing with it or, you know,

someday you're going to have to deal with it. So it's been a little bit over two weeks now

that we packed up, made that early morning drive and moved our youngest daughter, Fiona, into her

college dorm. Leaving her there felt unnatural for sure.

And I've been doing a lot of reminding myself that this is what happens.

You work for this moment.

And this is actually a celebratory thing that is happening. but I still have a lot of conflicting feelings.

Our house is a little quieter now, but it definitely feels like something is missing.

I mean, to be factual, someone is missing. It's really weird, you guys. Every time I walk by her

bedroom, I get sad. They keep the door closed to stop myself, but sometimes I go in and I look around

and I smell her familiar smells and I see her things and I just lose it. Here's a pro tip. Do not open the

closet and see what's been left behind. There's just something about that that rips you right open.

When I do choose to really let myself think about all the feelings I'm having, I realize that there is a lot there, hiding behind all the happy

and all the excited and all the supportive feelings that I'm supposed to be having.

The ones we see all the other moms talking about, their newfound freedom and having it all,

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