Moving Out Your Junk

You know you're not single anymore...when your children come in and ask if they can move your stuff out of their new rooms...fair enough; I wouldn't want my parents' stuff in my room either...then you look up and in 12 minutes, your entire life is spread out in the den...finally, your son walks in and says "we've moved all your 'junk' out of our rooms" and you realize that he's currently carrying your framed college diplomas. Well, there you have it. Your wife looks at you and in consolation says, "it's ok, I'll box all of it up and put it in the garage." But in the end, you _are_ ok, because you are truly experiencing a new beginning... and a grand one at that!