When I left Virginia, my husband had already gone to Colorado. He'd found us an apartment and had to start work the first of June. I didn't leave until almost two weeks later. I was annoyed. He left and I felt abandoned because I had to get the house fixed up on my own. He even took my tools (der der). I relied heavily on my church to help me get my house in order. How I love and miss those people. With money being so tight though, I had to do all the work myself. The cleaning, carpet steaming, painting. I managed to find a plumber and people who were handier then me. For two weeks I worked myself daily to the point of exhaustion. I cried, but I pushed on. When that was all done, I packed up my van, and made the first stretch of the drive alone. I went from the suburbs of Washington, D.C. to Dayton, Ohio to meet my husband at my in-laws.
We spent the night there, and then continued on our trip. The second day we made it to Kansas, and managed to find a hotel just on the other side of the Missouri/Kansas line. On the third day, it was the most boring drive ever. Kansas is a boring, flat state. I remarked repeatedly how weird it was to be where there was nothing. No trees, no mountains...just flat grassland. The goal was to make it to our new place today, and we had about a 9 hour drive in front of us. We made it though, and seeing the Rockies for the first time was breathtaking.
Getting to Colorado, I was optimistic. I was beginning a new chapter of my life, one that I hoped would be better then the previous ones before. That I'd find my comfortable rhythm of life again. The hubs and I had some work to do with that, our marriage had taken a hit with the last year of unemployment and now the move. I looked for a church, and I looked for a marriage counselor.
To be continued....