I dropped my husband off at the airport yesterday morning. Day 1 down; 33 more to go. I can do this. We can do this.
It's weird to be home alone. The house is too clean, and too quiet. But if he's going to be gone for more than a month, now is the time to leave. I'm heading into the busiest point of the semester (I feel like I've said that before--but this really is coming up on the busiest time), which will last until one week shy of my husband's return. So if I stay late--that's okay. If I come home exhausted--that's okay. If I decide I want to eat apples and peanut butter and crackers and string cheese for dinner because I'm too tired to cook anything else--that's okay.
Aside from work, I'm also going to try to have a bit of a "social life" since I'm not rushing home to my husband. A colleague across campus wants to interview me for a research project, and some friends from church want to go pick apples this weekend at a farm about two hours away. Since getting married (and moving 30 minutes out of town), I've often turned down these invites to spend time with him. So in the absence of him, I'm trying to say "yes" to these opportunities.
Today's blessing is my parents, who call just to check up on me because they know that I'm lonely. I'm so blessed to have parents as thoughtful and caring as them.