For the past 3+ years my husband, Art, has been unemployed, struggling, like many to find a job. Over a year ago he decided he wanted to go back to school, but a bad grade he got more than 25 years ago was making things difficult with the local community colleges.
Finally, a couple of months ago, everything finally fell into place. The only problem was the stars didn’t align for a nearby college, but for Portland Community College, 616 miles from home (according to Google Maps). But I have never seen a plan come together so fast and so well. It was obviously meant to be. What could I do? I think I actually convinced him.
We took three days to get to Oregon, slowly driving up the coast and stopping at two hotels along the way. It was fun and romantic, but also kind of felt like the Last Supper, you know what I mean?
Art’s parents live about 3 hours south of Portland, so that was our last stop. The plan was to spend one night there, then I would drive home and Art would take his parent’s “spare” car to Portland. But morning came and I just couldn’t do it. So we spent a second night, and prayed some more, and somehow I felt good about saying goodbye and driving the 10 hours home by myself. I cranked up Fleetwood Mac’s Greatest Hits and just enjoyed the view.
It’s been almost two weeks now since I last saw Art. We talk multiple times a day. He has started school and is really enjoying his classes. Still looking for a semi-permanent living space, but it will come, I’m sure. I am so proud of him and his courage to step out of his comfort zone to find a way to achieve his lifelong dream.
But I miss him horribly. Spend a lot of time wishing I could just hop a plane to Oregon and we could be together. Christmas break can’t come soon enough!!
What I enjoy most about having him gone: Eating what I like (sushi, vegetarian, etc.)
What I like the least: sleeping alone (really really don’t like that one)
Thanks for listening.