And the little chick flies the coop

’Last night, I was in my room, yapping on the phone with a friend of mine. The child pops her head in and asks “Can we talk in 5 minutes?” Translation – “I have stuff to do and need to talk with you now. But I will give you five minutes to get off the phone.” I tell my friend we need to wrap it up (only because we were pretty much done any way, mind you). She asks, “oh, do you think there is a problem?” My answer, “Well, she looked very serious- almost concerned. So, there is something serious to discuss or another kid in her class has lice and she needs a head check. ” We giggle.  
I go into her room and she tells me she just got out of “boot camp” the free trial she had for an exercise class. She told me the monthly fee and told me she thought it seemed too high. I agreed. I thought, “well, she looked awfully serious for that.” Then, she tells me. So, you know Max’s parents are moving and he needs to find an apartment. Well, he found one in the next town over. It is a house (like the one we had in Columbia) and a great deal. BF and I are going to move in with him. I knew this was coming… just not so soon. She goes on to tell me, we were planning on this but just not so soon. But Max is jonesing about his parents moving and wants to get a place as soon as possible.  
So, we go over the financials, the lease, the arrangement she has with the boys and the important fact that it has 2 full bathrooms so she doesn’t have to share on with the boys! I noticed the line that stated “Pets” was blank. I mentioned that there was something missing and pointed to the empty line. She said, “Well do you think you could handle both her and I being gone at the same time?” I stated my usual, “I never wanted her.” And, in walks the killer poodle. No one said dog, pet, her name, furry girl, etc. Yet somehow, she knew we were talking about her because, she was giving me a dirty look. Boo said she could take her but it would cost more money. Killer Poodle jumped on Boo’s bed and stared at me. How the heck does this dog know what we are talking about???? I told her that I’d keep the Killer until they settled in and figured out how it was all working out and if they could afford to bring her there. The Killer Poodle seemed to accept this and left the room. Seriously, the dog is telepathic!
As we are going through the last bit of it, she tells me, “I know it isn’t perfect but I am 26 and I shouldn’t still be living at home. I need to move out.” I almost burst into tears but held them back. Because, I knew the concerned look on her face was the fear that I’d cry my eyes out when she told me. While donning the best poker face I muster, I tell her that I agree, 
She had to go and fax the agreement to the landlord. When she finally left, I burst into tears. At times like this, I totally miss mom and grandma. I’m sure they’d have some wonderful words of wisdom to give me the kick in the pants I need