Leaving Home
A Future Unknown
…and how we got here.
No, there was no mention of “a place” end of October 2012. All we had sorted out as we drove away from the house was that we were on our way to stay with relatives in California. In California there would be a job for my husband to start at as soon as we arrived.
I, desperate for answers and unable to cope with uncertainty, ending up requiring hospitalization for emotional collapse first week in Southern California was quite unexpected. Those were the longest two weeks of my life, and the following three months separated from my family by a hundred miles were extremely challenging. I began doubting if we were ever going to be together again. I missed them all so much. I missed our normal… the normal that had eluded us during the time my husband was either on years long absence in a job out of the country, or flat out out of work for two years following.
We arrived, the four of us and our two dogs, in California with whatever we could cram in our 8-seater SUV. We drove like this for more than 1,500 miles.
To be continued.
