The plan was to spend the Labor Day weekend in my new hometown, driving around with a Realtor looking at houses, taking some photos to show you all just how beautiful it is there, having dinner with my husband and Dad, then Saturday heading to the lake for a family gathering, maybe stopping by Hendersonville Sunday or Monday for a spin around the Apple Festival, then heading back to to the Triangle Tuesday after the traffic (and during naptime).
But I'm not going. I'm heeding the advice of my Governor and adjusting my Labor Day travel plans to accommodate the gas shortage crisis here in NC (and elsewhere, I'm sure). I am not driving around looking at houses. I am not going to the lake and riding around in a gas-guzzling boat. I am not driving to Hendersonville for the Apple Festival.
And I am not seeing my husband. I am not getting some company. I am not getting a break from taking care of Owen...or even some help taking care of Owen.
I'm staying here, conserving my full tank of gas, missing my sweetie, eating entire cartons of Ben & Jerry's ice cream after I finally get Owen to bed, watching "Designed to Sell" and "Buy Me" on HGTV, and wishing someone would make an offer on our house to I can get out of this purgatory state and get on with my life already.
I'm sad. I'm lonely. And I'm very very tired.
I miss my husband. I miss being a family. I miss having a partner. I miss my best friend. I miss my sweetie.
This new life of ours seems like some carrot on a stick that I will never reach. A feeling made all the more intense by the fact that it's been pulled ever closer while still...just...beyond...my grasp.