Hi all. What I am going to say here ... more of a mild rant is nothing new to any of you.
My UKC husband who has been living with me since December is preparing to fly back to the UK to secure work and living space for us (he had given up both to move here but our USA immigration path went south thanks to 3rd circuit courts). As his departure is just a couple weeks away and I will not be flying over until late October or November, I have that now familiar pit in my stomach. You know the one you get at each impending good bye? Yeah, that one.
I keep telling myself this is the last one as we get 27 months together and on to the next stage whatever that will be to finally be ... hassle free but somehow that is only very mildly comforting. I feel like such a little whinge bag over here as I am lucky to have had 9 months with him basically and 4 months prior to that with only 6 week separations inbetween but I'm having a weak moment. I suppose it is compounded this time around because we have been together for so long and had really struggled to have a life here. Plus add to it that I'm leaving a very good job pay wise and spending all my savings to ship all my brand new things (purchased when I came back from England last fall) and I think you throw in that uncertainity and it magnifies to a grand old 'crap, this is lame' moments.
Anyway, I just wanted to vent ... I tend to be a stuffer so figured I'll get this out as yesterday I went to get tea bags and bought the 40 count instead of 100 count as he'll be leaving shortly and nearly had a melt down in the aisle of Superfresh. lol
Sigh ... the trials and tribulations of us expats ...
