Life is full of changes

Tomorrow is the last day that Angela and I will work in the same place. It’s going to be sort of weird to not work together anymore. This is where we met, so even though we’re married and have had a bond outside of the workplace for over 2 years, this will be the first time we’ve not had work in common. I think there’s something a little scary about that, but I’m not sure what it is. I know I’m going to miss having her here in the office everyday, that’s for sure. I’m also sure there will be a period of adjustment at home as well. Now, since we see each other all day, we’ve both gotten very used to just doing our own individual things in the evenings, but that’s probably going to change to some extent. There’s always something a little scary when you start talking about making changes and adjusting what has been a pretty happy and comfortable marriage thus far, but I know for a fact that she is going to be happier at this new job, which makes any adjustment worth it to me.

If she’s happier, then the rest will just fall into place eventually. We love each other enough to make sure of that, no matter how much adjustment might be needed. I’m excited by the new opportunities she’s going to get at her new job, and I know she’s going to rock at it!

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