Of Sunshine and Beaches...

Sunshine and beaches. Shells and sand. Palm trees and everglade swamps. The pruning of your tree of life. Life is bittersweet. In order to move forward, we have to break away, and it hurts.

We are moving to Florida. Very soon. John has accepted a job offer from his dad, that can only be sent from God. John is moving two weeks from this Wednesday; I'm staying behind for anywhere from four to six weeks.

There are multiple reasons for us going seperately. Firstly, this allows me to study with our built-in babysitter (my mom) and gives me a boost in my free time. After all, when I'm not worrying about laundry, cooking, and cleaning (okay, I'll still be doing these things, but on an as-needed basis, not on a daily taking-most-of-my-time basis,) I will have extra time to devote to studying. I can live on cereal and spaghettios for dinner, Chloe likes fish sticks and peas. We'll be good. (Seriously, I won't make her live on fish sticks for six weeks, I have more up my sleeves than that.)

Secondly, John is going to be working from 7 in the morning until 10 at night until he learns how to do things efficiently, and until he can hire and train someone to do the job with him. He won't have much free time for a long while. Even after six weeks, he'll still have a few months until enough people are hired and trained enough so that the workload can be evened out. If Chloe and I were there, John would be stressed out because he wouldn't be spending time with us at all. This way, it lets John learn the ropes faster, and it lets me get farther along as a captionist.

But it's still going to kill me. I know from experience that time apart from your spouse makes you appreciate them so much more, but it's not a fun thing to do at the time. I know it will be harder for John thinking about his relationship with Chloe; he's scared that she's going to forget him. I'm hoping that John can find the time during the day or before Chloe's in bed to get on the webcams that we both have on our computers, and that they can talk every day. It won't be the same, but it will be better than nothing.

This job truly is a blessing. It's going to be heartbreaking leaving almost all of our family behind when our daughter is obviously in love with them all, but I know that this is God's plan. We've been praying that God would open all the doors where He wanted us to go, and close all the ones where He didn't want us to be. This is from God. There is a greater purpose here other than my desire to gaze at the ocean while wallowing in self pity.

Wow. This has been an eventful weekend. A good one. But there's still a bit of heartbreak at the thought of leaving again, and knowing that this time is probably going to last longer being away.

You know what the sickest part of all this is? I'm worried about not having a girlfriend who reads Twilight to go see the new movie with...I know, I'm sick, right?