Shokufeh is... home

It's not so bad

It's only my second day, but coming back to work hasn't been so bad. It's been kind of nice to put on real clothes and interact with other adults. MrMan has handled the car rides, to drop me off and pick me up, quite well. And, if it's possible, I think I love him even more. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, after all. Yesterday afternoon, once we'd gotten home, the three of us danced around the living room to Black-Eyed Peas. MrMan thought it was hilarious, laughing more than we've ever seen. It was great! I know that sounds corny, but it's true.

I guess this time of transition is made easier by:
1) knowing that Sam is home with MrMan, loving and entertaining him (with the likes of going to the garbage chute, listening to music, looking at our wedding pictures, and rasslin'), and
2) knowing that it's all temporary:

For those of you who guessed my change was moving to the mainland, Gold Star! My last day at work is the 21st and we fly out of here on the 26th, in time to make it to New Orleans for Mardi Gras day.

MrMan and I will be staying with my parents for a few months. Sam will stay here and continue working until he finds a job on the mainland. What comes next, we're not sure, but I think this is the right thing to do. And I'm thankful that I work in an office where people agree with me on that. I'll miss this place that I've called home for the past 3.5 years, but it's time to move on. Leaving a piece of my heart in yet another place.