Pitfalls of Location

So presently my fiance lives with me, about 14 hours away from his work.

That is a serious commute. We've rationalized it in the past that if one drives a total of 1.5 hours to and from work in a day, in a 5-day workweek one is driving7.5 hours, so by the two week mark, they've already surpassed us in gas mileage, and he's usually gone for 4-6 weeks.

In the present, his gas mileage sucks. When he works in the shop for the week or so before he goes offshore, we shell out almost more money than he's making, not to mention - I have to sleep alone. And although I have that Very Pleasant Stuffed Monkey, it really isn't the same.

So we're moving. AAARGH. I hate moving. We just moved! I've lived in six different places in the last TWO years, and although, yes, I pretty much have it down to a science, I really just want to unpack my books! And now I'm moving 14 hours away from all my friends and family and THE BEACH.

You ever feel like you're stepping off the end of the earth? The point of no return? Event horizon? That part in the Last Crusade with the leap of faith? Yeah, welcome to it.

Maybe I should start over.