Well, who knew I was this girl? Certainly I didn't know.
Math-Man has been offered a one-year extension of his contract on the east coast and really wants to be there for another year. Honest to Pete, I don't have another year living apart in me. It has not gone unnoticed that he probably does. Too bad ;) So I'm going to uproot my life here, temporarily but fundamentally, and go live with him in a graduate-student-worthy apartment with cast off furniture. The "trailing spouse" gig will really be mine for a while.
I'm sure that I will have actual reflections on this before too long. What's getting to me now are the details of it all. Random thoughts pop into my head. My cell phone contract's not up until November. What will we do with the rock climbing gym membership? The downstairs toilet still runs if you're not careful. I'll have to fix that before we rent the house. Stupid stuff.
And then I think... and just who have you become, missy? And then I really freak out.