I think I’ve mentioned this before… but there’s this boy in my life that I like a whole lot.
I mean… the moon and stars rise in his eyes and the sun sets in his heart… you know.
And he likes me too. Which is good, because I tend to be a hard one to like.
And on Monday, he starts a new job… which is awesome.
Here’s the thing… this job is 45 minutes away. On a tank farm. I don’t even know what a tank farm is, but apparently they need welders there and they are willing to pay well.
This is a good thing. This job will enable us to live a little more comfortably, and maybe even squirrel away some money for nice things, like a home of our own.
This is a good thing. This is a good thing.
But I’m freaking out a little on the inside.
The man I love is taking on a position that will force him to live in another town during the week. Suddenly, our happy little family only gets to exist on the weekends. But I was getting so comfy with the way our little life worked…
I’m a strong girl. We’re a strong partnership. We survived four years of me living in Baltimore. 1500 miles. My junior year of college, I saw my man for less than 14 days. In a whole year. He’ll only be living 45 minutes away. He can come home on the weekend. He can come home any time I need him. We can do this.
If I were a normal girl, I would be hanging out with him this weekend. Basking in some love and pretty weather before he has to go back to work.
But we all know that I’m not normal. At all. I can’t even pretend to be normal anymore.
I’m in medical school. I’m spending my weekend studying for our 3rd neuro exam.
**side note… If you haven’t studied for a neuro exam before, let me give you a little insight. Have you ever thrown uncooked rice at a wall? Has any of the rice stayed on the wall? Imagine that the rice is neuro, and my brain is the wall. Nothing’s sticking. At all. So I attempt to throw bigger handfuls of rice… **
This will be fine. I will be fine. I just have to try to find my big girl panties.