More than a week into this summer adventure, I'm still adjusting. Every day is a little different, and sometimes because of that frustration gets the best of me. I like to think that I'm quite good at spending time alone and being more on my own, but in reality, I'm terrible at it. Lately I've really been finding a lot of inspiration in Elise Blaha Cripe's blog posts about being apart from her husband while he was deployed, and although Scott and I's situation is quite different, I find comfort and joy in reading her stories (the good and the bad).
With that said, I am doing well and searching for joy in each and every day. I don't want this post to seem like some sad sop, but rather a real moment that I just needed to share (for maybe it can comfort someone else, just like Elise's posts have done for myself).
If you have any thoughts on spending time apart from a loved one, I would love to hear them.