The term “empty nest” connotes such a bleak future, as if one’s primary purpose in life has been served and what remains is, well, emptiness. So when our youngest baby chick moved into her college apartment, rather than turn empty rooms into workout spaces or crafting places, my husband and I dismantled our family nest. Creating three small nests with most of our belongings for our adult children, we packed two suitcases each, and moved from the Midwest to the Bay Area, specifically to a 350 square foot floating home in Sausalito; a bobbing nest for two.