On My Own Again
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I have been semi-jokingly calling the past 6 months "The Year We Lived Apart." Doesn't that sound sad?
It's not that we don't like each other – far from it. We're still madcap newlyweds, 11 years and counting. It's just that our jobs have forced us to spend a little bit more time apart than we'd normally prefer.
It all started last fall when I was in Omaha working for my wonderful new employer, and Mrs. G. was still in Sioux City, trying to sell our house there. I lived in a crappy by-the-week shoebox-sized hotel room in Omaha for 6 weeks, heading home to see the fam only every couple of weeks or so.
In January Mrs. G. went to spend a week with her fam in Montana. Then I spent a week in the Bay Area for work. And now Mrs. G. is gone for 7 weeks of job training – 6 weeks in Dallas, followed by a week in Kansas City.
So over the past 6 months, Mrs. G. and I will have spent 15 weeks – or just about 3 ½ months - apart.
I told you it was sad.
Mrs. G. left this morning for Dallas – she'll be back around Mother's Day, with just a brief stopover for a day before her trip to Kansas City. She's thrilled with her job (and so am I), and we both knew that one of the big job requirements would be that she'd have to travel to this training school, but the reality of being apart for another 7 weeks really didn't hit us until this weekend.
So we're "apart," but we're not "apart." It's not fun, but it's also not forever. We'll chat on the phone and email several times a day, and I'm going to fly down to Dallas to see her a couple of times during her stay. (I've threatened to bring a suitcase filled with dirty laundry with me when I come, because I am a Dumb Male, after all.)
I hate to use the term "co-dependant" to describe our relationship, because that's not accurate by a longshot. We just sincerely like each other. I enjoy her company as much as her companionship, and not having her around just feels…strange.
But like I said, it's not forever. We'll get through the next 7 weeks, and then we'll be together again. She'll do well in training school, and me? With any luck I'll have plenty of clean clothes to wear, provided I can figure out where in the dryer the soap goes…
It's not that we don't like each other – far from it. We're still madcap newlyweds, 11 years and counting. It's just that our jobs have forced us to spend a little bit more time apart than we'd normally prefer.
It all started last fall when I was in Omaha working for my wonderful new employer, and Mrs. G. was still in Sioux City, trying to sell our house there. I lived in a crappy by-the-week shoebox-sized hotel room in Omaha for 6 weeks, heading home to see the fam only every couple of weeks or so.
In January Mrs. G. went to spend a week with her fam in Montana. Then I spent a week in the Bay Area for work. And now Mrs. G. is gone for 7 weeks of job training – 6 weeks in Dallas, followed by a week in Kansas City.
So over the past 6 months, Mrs. G. and I will have spent 15 weeks – or just about 3 ½ months - apart.
I told you it was sad.
Mrs. G. left this morning for Dallas – she'll be back around Mother's Day, with just a brief stopover for a day before her trip to Kansas City. She's thrilled with her job (and so am I), and we both knew that one of the big job requirements would be that she'd have to travel to this training school, but the reality of being apart for another 7 weeks really didn't hit us until this weekend.
So we're "apart," but we're not "apart." It's not fun, but it's also not forever. We'll chat on the phone and email several times a day, and I'm going to fly down to Dallas to see her a couple of times during her stay. (I've threatened to bring a suitcase filled with dirty laundry with me when I come, because I am a Dumb Male, after all.)
I hate to use the term "co-dependant" to describe our relationship, because that's not accurate by a longshot. We just sincerely like each other. I enjoy her company as much as her companionship, and not having her around just feels…strange.
But like I said, it's not forever. We'll get through the next 7 weeks, and then we'll be together again. She'll do well in training school, and me? With any luck I'll have plenty of clean clothes to wear, provided I can figure out where in the dryer the soap goes…
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