Moving on

Today, the husband is moving to a more metropolitan area to job hunt. He said the same thing Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, but today is the first day he's actually told me good-bye with a hug and a kiss. This is a good thing, and I wish him well. This is the first thing he's done in a long, long time to get himself unstuck from the swamp he's been drowning in.

It's another change for me, and I can't help but wonder what its effects will be. Breathing deep and exhaling slowly now, I know that today marks the beginning of a different phase of life for me.

marriage, separation