So I know I've abandoned this blog for a bit. I want to continue writing in it. It's more honest than the blog that's available to my family and friends.
It's been a year and a half or so since I've written. I moved to Northern Virginia, within three weeks I found a job in journalism and things have been going well. About 11 months later I then became the only writer at my paper and had a bit of a mental breakdown during the past winter. Things are good and back to normal. Steve has been amazingly supportive. We moved from a more suburban community to one closer to the city/D.C. and we love it. It's a great area.
Tomorrow I'm making my first trip home to Michigan by myself. I've never driven alone for so long (it's a 10-11 hour trip) and I'm scared outta my pants! I've made this trip quite a few times since moving here but always with Steve. The longest I've been at the wheel at once is five hours and the most I've driven in a day by myself is six (three hours from Grand Rapids, Mich. to Detroit and back). I'm an anxious, freaked out, hot mess. I have anxiety disorder so that really doesn't help. I'm very well prepared, it's going to be a great trip and a much deserved 10-day vacation. I'm just anxious. Obviously. I've got lots of entertainment (music, books on tape, etc.) and snack food and caffeine. I can do it.
My sister-in-law has been making 10-hour trips from Michigan to Minnesota like three times a year since she was 16. My stepmother moved from Michigan to Boston with three children all by herself. One of my bosses has driven from here to Michigan with her two kids alone. Others do it. I can do it. I'm perfectly fine. I'll stop every three hours and take breaks and my car has been looked at and we just got the warranty extended and I have an atlas and I can change a tire and I know how to take care of myself, damnit!
I'm a big girl.
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