The longest 10 weeks

Today is the first day of the longest 10 weeks of my life. Mr. D. leaves in about half an hour for parts east. I join him in 10 weeks.

  • In 4 weeks, the movers will come and pack up our apartment.
  • In 6 weeks, I’ll move out of our apartment and into that tiny sublet.
  • In 7 weeks, I’ll visit Mr. D. and our new house and help him make it home.
  • And in 10 weeks, Mr. D. will fly out here to help me make my own drive east.

It’s finally happening, after what feels like years of talking and thinking about it—we’re going to be living apart. I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster for the last 2 weeks, of course, but I think it’s finally out of my system. We had a lovely dinner last night at our favorite restaurant (where they brought us complimentary “bon voyage” champagne and cookies, just part of why I love that place so much), and a leisurely stroll back home in the night air. And it fortified us both. I think we’re both now as ready as we can be for a difficult few weeks—and excited to get to the other side of it and start a new chapter in our lives.

(Update: I was wrong. Not out of my system. Am a wreck.)