I can't think of a way to describe this past weekend except curve ball.
I remember telling LT, as we were driving back from Michigan 2 weekends ago how excited I was that racing season was over, we would have so many free weekends to do fun stuff. We decided we would spend all of Labor Day weekend together in the ultimate laid-back, unwind, lounge around kind of way.
Fast forward to the last day of August. I ran out to grab lunch and my phone rang while I was waiting on my order. "Hi babe... I uh, I have good news and I have bad news", he said. I don't know about you, but that phrase always has a way of making my heart sink.
"I was offered a job, the pay is amazing...." he told me, then a long pause, "but it's in Chicago. They need me there by 8 am tomorrow. I'll be working seven days a week, 8-7 every day pretty much."
About as quickly as my mind started reeling the tears started falling.
What? No. This wasn't fair.
It was Friday, the kickstart to our ultimate laid-back, unwind, lounge around kind of weekend. The start to us enjoying the off season and not spending every weekend racing. The start to all of the fun dates we talked about going on, places we wanted to go, concerts we wanted to see.
And just like that, here we are 6 days into this new 'thing'. What do you even call it? Our new arrangement? Our new life? Our new long-distance relationship?
It sucks. I think part of the reason it's been such a struggle for me was because I was completely blind-sided. I knew he had been looking for something to fill up the off season, but I didn't expect this soon, I didn't expect him to have to leave the next morning, I didn't expect him to move three hours away, I didn't expect a seven day work week.
So, naturally I cried a lot. I know it's a seriously amazing opportunity that he couldn't pass up, and I really can't blame him. But my selfish side has spent a lot of time moping. I've never done this long-distance thing, I don't know how to do it. It's been a week of struggle.
I know all you are going "well good thing he isn't in the military and deployed" or "Chels get over yourself, he's only 3 hours away" but me and the "unknown" don't get along well, and right now we don't even know how long this gig will last. Weeks? Months? Years?
I always had joked with him about how I couldn't be surprised. Well, kudos boy, you pulled a hell of a surprise over on me.
So... there you have it. There's the update on that front. Welcome to the Chels & LT, Long-Distance Edition. Suggestions and advice welcome.