I've been sitting in this Panera in Waldorf, MD trying to compose an awesome first post, and I've realized two things:
1. I have no clue where I am, and
2. I've never blogged before, so this post is almost certainly going to suck.
My husband, The Boop, and I met in 2007. He followed me around like a lost dog, and I COULD. NOT. stand him. Fast forward almost 5 years and we're closing in on our first wedding anniversary, living 250 miles apart, and I'm a hot mess.
I waited forever to get married. I wanted to make sure I had the perfect guy for me. Now, not even 12 months after I locked down Mr. Perfect, he's moved out. And, in the blink of an eye, I'm back to being, well, single. Back to sleeping alone with all the lights on, cooking for one, pulling up my own Spanx, and navigating Costco on Saturday afternoon... alone. Have you been to Costco on a Saturday, ALONE? A tag-team partner is a necessity if you want to make it out with your heels intact!
The Boop was offered a government job in Maryland, as a Fire Fighter/Paramedic. We discussed it for a long time, and together decided it would be in the best interest of our future for him to accept the position. Except, he had to go NOW. With 4 weeks notice. That leaves me in NJ, taking care of our home, job and apartment hunting in MD via the Worldwide Web, and living with a roommate for the first time in my life.
He'll be in MD, attending a rigorous academy M-F, and living with 5 new roommates.
Today was his first day. I should've went home hours ago, but I've decided to stay until later tonight. I should've just got in the car and driven off as fast as I could. I should've grabbed this new life by the balls and made it my bitch right from the start. But I'm a masochist and have decided to wait around until after his class, to say goodnight. I'll then surely drive home crying like a baby. This will be our first night apart.
Lots of firsts today. This will be my account of where all these firsts lead us.
Tootles,
VH
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