Dismal Day

We are in stage 1 of 4 of the homestretch for this whole process. It's a bittersweet, exciting, and terrifying place to be. Stage 1 is Husband arriving at our new home in Maui. Stage 2 happens next Tuesday when Wrigley joins him. Stage 3 will be Luna's departure which hopefully will be combined with the final stage - my own departure. Our entire little family reunited again in paradise.

 View from the grocery store in Maui

View from the grocery store in Maui

I maintained my cool when I dropped Husband at the airport yesterday. Very proud of myself, I drove away with confidence this short stint was going to be easy. Within about five minutes that all faded away as I became a bit of a mess. As my heart was boarding a plane, the rest of my body was rejecting the situation. My composure returned and I invited the excitement of our big move back in. After all, it is not that long of a separation in the grand scheme of this whole thing. Plus, I've got quite a good gig going at my in-laws.

Their farmhouse sits on the edge of civilization and provides more creature comforts than I could afford without their generosity. Not to mention the beautiful, beautiful sunrises. They may not be the Maui scenes Husband is currently enjoying, but for a girl who grew up in the heart of a farming community they provide a peace that is pristine. I am enjoying those moments now. It may be some time before I see the sun rise or set over a cornfield again.

 View from our room at the farmhouse in Indiana

View from our room at the farmhouse in Indiana

As luck would have it, the day after Husband leaves brings a traditional winter storm to the Midwest. He is investigating the grocery isles of our new home and I'm preparing to work from home the next day or so, if necessary. I've been spoiled by the mild winter so far. Any promise of snow just makes my stomach churn.

But - these gray, dreary days will be long behind us both very soon! Husband poured out excitement as he described the perfect paradise that is our new home. To be fair, some of my feelings of gloom have more to do with the separation from Husband than the actual weather. It's his birthday today and he's 4,268 miles away. It is a dismal day, indeed. I will embrace my inner Scarlett and hold on to tomorrow being another day.

 A wintry Indiana day

A wintry Indiana day