[Anthropologie silk lingerie top, amethyst geode necklace + DVF belt + Free People shorts + J.Crew cardigan + J.Crew socks + Golden Goose Charlye boots.]
I love the phrase “Careful what you wish for.” It always gets my goat. No, really—I can handle what I wished for. I’m stubborn if nothing else. Now, if someone tempered the constant fictional bets Rob and I make with each other with some sort of similar caveat, I’d exercise more caution. Like the one we imagined up yesterday in the grocery store parking lot, where we noticed an otherwise normal gent sporting a long, flowing rattail. I pointed it out to Rob and the cart he was pushing skidded to a stop.
Rob: For $100,000, would you run over there and snip it off?
Carey: Are you kidding? Yes.
Rob: For the same amount, would you then dangle the lock of hair in front of your crotch?
Carey: In a celebratory manner? Or to taunt him with his loss?
Rob: Both.
Carey: Yes.
So cavalier. But I have to admit something I’m honestly beginning to lose my nonchalance toward: Rob leaves for Oregon in a couple of weeks, and it’s setting in. He flies out not 12 hours after I get back from 5 days in San Diego. I’ve been wanting this for him for so long, without giving much thought to the day to day, that it seems selfish to pipe up now. But it’s going to be awfully weird.
I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself, honestly.
I’m not sure how I’ll get pictures to add to my increasingly sparse posts. I’m not sure about the moments in-between, those hour-long minutes that aren’t filled with things like eating or sleeping. I’m not sure who will make the martinis, work the television, do Eli’s voice to make me laugh, choose the wine, or listen intently while I outwardly work my way through an inward crisis. While I know I’ll be fine—I have no idea how Eli will cope.
I have been fighting for him to do this—following his dream!—and in its wake, have seen my resulting independence as something familiar to welcome back into my life, like going back to school in the fall, or bringing your snow boots back out for the season. I never minded being alone. Why should now be any different?
Well for starters, I won’t have anyone to make my wagers with.
I can’t wait for him to see where this leads him. To take a chance this big and ride the wave.
Otherwise, things have been great around here. [Hence my absence here.] I love Richmond more than any other city I’ve ever (re)lived in. I’ve been sleeping through the night—thanks to some prayers from some lovely readers. Life adjustments all around, new friends, busy nights, nephew-sittings, old-fashioned, Saratoga-style nights at the movie theater with a smuggled bottle of wine, lots of work, experiments with fly paper (Mass murder. It has its moments.), a great book I can’t put down, peace treaties with noisy neighbors, and, right now, a cold Pacifico and take-out from Garnett’s after a 6-hr shift I forgot I had.
I’m right on top of that, Rose!
-Carey
p.s. There have been some freaking phenomenal comments from some amazing individuals out there I had no idea were reading. Thanks for piping up! I’ll get back to you personally, but needed to say: Thank you. Life changing.
Thinking of you Carey. I can only imagine that 6 months away from your hubby is going to be very difficult. Kinda reminds me of when men leave for war. Well, not exactly, but the absence is still very real. Thank goodness for skype! Find creative ways to stay in touch. I know if Michael left me for that long, I would fall back into my depressive ways, ha (solitude is not my strong suit). Some day you two will own your own vineyard/fashion studio. It WILL be great. Hope all is well.
I likes you in pony tail.
Hope dis comment is life changin.
I know how you feel. It maybe a bit difficult in the beginning, but you two will find your groove and will get through it like champions! Wishing you guys so much success! Plus more cuddle time for you with Eli. 😉 Sending cyber hugs!
I’m only a few miles from SD 🙂
I can’t imagine life that long without hot husband. I commend your selflessness and love
That whole distance makes the heart grow fonder actually means –
You two will be really horny when you get time together.
Let me know if you want to meet up! I’d be happy to come to you
If not? Then next time
Xoxo
This was a great follow up post. Nice to see life (and sleep!) evens itself out.
Re: going it alone, I’ve read your blog just long enough to know one thing for sure. You will 100% get by on your own these next few months. Frankly, my money says you’ll do a hell of a lot better than simply “getting by” but wagers are really Rob’s department. 😉
If you’re anything like me, you’ll quickly find the value of some alone time to regain equilibrium with yourself and remember just how kick a** independent you still are. (Always good to be reminded sometimes.) If all else fails, bust out the vino and type it out into the cybervoid– we’re always awake over here in Londontown. Good luck chica.
Richmond in the fall is even more magical than the summer. Just you wait. Walking to Joe’s and then stopping at the market for some fancy beer that is enjoyed on the porch while listening to records. I don’t live in the Fan anymore but I really miss nights like those.
My husband often goes away for a week at a time and the first four-ish days are nightmarish but by the 5th day you settle into a routine and technology is so, so wonderful. I know it’s not quite the same but I admire your positive attitude about it!
I’m so excited and filled with angst and then excited and nervous and cheering for you both!! Yay Rob for taking the leap–and yay Carey for being there to support him while taking your own inward journey. Girl you do realize I’m only an hour or so from San Diego, right?…
Let us convene and discuss all the many goings on. So much to share.
xoxox,
C
so so pretty
That only way you could possibly improve the top image composition is if Eli was lazily gazing at the grasshoppers from a perch in the saddle of the tree.