My circumstances of leaving the nest (as it were) were profoundly different -- it was less a sense of something being created and certainly not you being the creator, but a sense of something being chipped away or infected or hollowed out. So our personal soundtracks might diverge right there, and honestly, I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone else (and maybe that explains the whole "never quite grew up" aspect of me, or maybe it's that I'm just still a child). Everyone should feel that sense of ownership and self-creation when they take wing. Something to be thankful for.

Probably the best song that encapsulates my experience is 22 minutes long, so I won't inflict that on you. Unless insomnia descends upon you, too.