I usually try to keep this site upbeat, but sometimes I just can't. Ichabod and I used to work for the same company. So when we moved from downtown GR to the lakeshore it was no big deal.
Well, Ichabod's talents weren't being utilized well at this company and he had the chance to move to another one. He has more creative freedom and is doing very well there. The only problem is that his drive time is doubled now. And that's only if the traffic and weather are good.
He's been talking about getting a place in that city for during the week so he can work more and won't be so darned tired from the drive. I know that the drive's been wearing on him, it hurts his back, it's putting lots of miles on his car, and it's costing extra for gas. Getting another place sounded like a good idea. Until last night when he told me found one and will be going there starting Monday.
I was surprised by my reaction. I cried before going to sleep. I cried in the shower. I'm crying as I write this. Not what I expected. I know that I will get used to it. We'll both get caught up on our reading. It's also a good thing that we're both on the same cell phone plan because there's no way we can just instant message. We'll be talking every day.
But, in the meantime, I has a sad.
