We are moving in just seven days. Nathan will return from COT in five. Only six more sleeps until he is back with me.
My chest rises with anticipation over our new venture even as it deflates with sorrow at the notion of leaving all my loved ones.
I know our direction is sure. Nathan got into his top choice. Since he was a child, he has had a desire to serve in the military, and as we moved into married life, medicine became his focus. At USUHS, he fulfills both interests. He is an officer in the Air Force and about to enter a top medical school in the US. I could not ask for more, except to remain with my extended family.
Bruce will have to connect with his grandparents in other ways. He and I will visit when Nate is busy. He will have "slumber parties" at his grandparents, and see them for long stretches in the summer. He will not be disconnected.
Plane tickets are extremely cheap from here to there, and the flight length is to sneeze at. It will be a breeze to visit, with Bruce on my lap on the puddle-jumper.
On another note, I have become somewhat lazy with cooking my delicious plant-based meals. I am in a type of malaise, waiting for Nathan to return as I procrastinate to pack. I throw together some pasta and veggies and add some chick peas and eat it for three meals for as many days as it takes to finish it. I shall be more creative in a few weeks. "I'll do it tomorrow."
However (*clears throat*), no one can accuse me of not getting enough fats in my diet. I just consumed an entire avocado. I mashed it up, added some salt and lemon juice and a dollop of hummus, and scooped it into my mouth with about 50 tortilla chips. Yup. I did.
