This is our life

Sometimes, when Adam comes back after a long business trip, it takes me a few days to completely realize that he's home.
So, it just now hit me that my husband is home.
But. It doesn't last, because he leaves again, because it's his job.

(For those who don't know: My husband is an IT Project Manager for a company that rents and sells computer equipment to large corporations, small companies, private functions, hospitals, conventions, conferences, corporate meetings, hotels, etc etc etc. Usually the equipment is all rented, through which the company makes the most money. Adam is also a field technician, taking work vans and trucks on the road and setting up laptops and desktops and plasma televisions and LCD projectors and printers. NASA, for example, is one of the company's biggest clients. So is the White House, and the Blair House, and several embassies. If a foreign dignitary visiting DC needs a laptop, Adam or a coworker brings it to the hotel and sets it up. During the last presidential election, Adam helped set up the equipment that broadcasted the candidates across the nation.
They have work all over the country. They often take contracts from computer companies in other states, which means that Adam or coworkers will drive to that other state -- sometimes fly -- and spend a week or two setting up shows or conferences.)

Our marriage started with -- and is based -- on a long distance relationship. When we started dating, I was in New York and he was in Maryland. I was entering my junior year of college, and he was living with his family and working. We didn't have cell phones in 1999, and internet communication for us was email and basic AIM. We spent two years running up phone bills, and he would drive and I would take Greyhound buses or planes. I flew down and moved in with him on September 22nd, 2001. And it continued from there. He took the job with the computer company, which was initially all local. I took my job in the library of a corporate law firm. I couldn't take off the time to travel with him, so I got used to not seeing him for weeks at a time. In May 2005, our families helped us buy a townhouse, and a week later we got married and moved into the townhouse. Our wedding night was our first night in our new house, and the only pieces of furniture were some chairs and our bed.
Throughout all that, Adam would still travel on business. I wouldn't see him for a couple of weeks every two months or so. And this was fine. I just put myself in that long distance relationship mindset. I knew he'd come home. I trusted him, I was confident and proud and accepting. Our relationship is like steel. Strong foundation and trust and honesty and communication and humor, especially humor and good nature. We know how to bicker without yelling. We know each other's idiosyncrasies well enough that we don't get insulted if one of us takes a verbal jab at the other. We'll rib on each other happily, reminding each other of these little things that make us us. Besides, I hate fighting. I get nothing out of it. There are some people who go for the emotional high of fighting, who feel alive during fights. But I'm too drained and scared and weak when I fight. So I don't fight. And he doesn't either. We just compromise and come to understandings.
People ask me how I live being married to a man who travels so much, how our marriage stays so damn strong. I really don't know. I cannot tell you. I just do. We just know each other that well.

All that being said... Adam is leaving again. On Wednesday, he drives out to Denver, CO. NASA has a job for him. He'll be there for a week.

Yeah.
He just got home, too.
This is the life.

He just came home.

But this is how it is. He makes good money, he's happy, he's productive, it's a perfect Hyper Focusing outlet for his ADHD. And I enjoy seeing him work. He is fantastic at what he does.

I'm never bitter. Disappointed, yes, but I enjoy this life.

He's like Westley. He will always come for me. This is true love. You think this happens every day?

This is our life

Sometimes, when Adam comes back after a long business trip, it takes me a few days to completely realize that he's home.
So, it just now hit me that my husband is home.
But. It doesn't last, because he leaves again, because it's his job.

(For those who don't know: My husband is an IT Project Manager for a company that rents and sells computer equipment to large corporations, small companies, private functions, hospitals, conventions, conferences, corporate meetings, hotels, etc etc etc. Usually the equipment is all rented, through which the company makes the most money. Adam is also a field technician, taking work vans and trucks on the road and setting up laptops and desktops and plasma televisions and LCD projectors and printers. NASA, for example, is one of the company's biggest clients. So is the White House, and the Blair House, and several embassies. If a foreign dignitary visiting DC needs a laptop, Adam or a coworker brings it to the hotel and sets it up. During the last presidential election, Adam helped set up the equipment that broadcasted the candidates across the nation.
They have work all over the country. They often take contracts from computer companies in other states, which means that Adam or coworkers will drive to that other state -- sometimes fly -- and spend a week or two setting up shows or conferences.)

Our marriage started with -- and is based -- on a long distance relationship. When we started dating, I was in New York and he was in Maryland. I was entering my junior year of college, and he was living with his family and working. We didn't have cell phones in 1999, and internet communication for us was email and basic AIM. We spent two years running up phone bills, and he would drive and I would take Greyhound buses or planes. I flew down and moved in with him on September 22nd, 2001. And it continued from there. He took the job with the computer company, which was initially all local. I took my job in the library of a corporate law firm. I couldn't take off the time to travel with him, so I got used to not seeing him for weeks at a time. In May 2005, our families helped us buy a townhouse, and a week later we got married and moved into the townhouse. Our wedding night was our first night in our new house, and the only pieces of furniture were some chairs and our bed.
Throughout all that, Adam would still travel on business. I wouldn't see him for a couple of weeks every two months or so. And this was fine. I just put myself in that long distance relationship mindset. I knew he'd come home. I trusted him, I was confident and proud and accepting. Our relationship is like steel. Strong foundation and trust and honesty and communication and humor, especially humor and good nature. We know how to bicker without yelling. We know each other's idiosyncrasies well enough that we don't get insulted if one of us takes a verbal jab at the other. We'll rib on each other happily, reminding each other of these little things that make us us. Besides, I hate fighting. I get nothing out of it. There are some people who go for the emotional high of fighting, who feel alive during fights. But I'm too drained and scared and weak when I fight. So I don't fight. And he doesn't either. We just compromise and come to understandings.
People ask me how I live being married to a man who travels so much, how our marriage stays so damn strong. I really don't know. I cannot tell you. I just do. We just know each other that well.

All that being said... Adam is leaving again. On Wednesday, he drives out to Denver, CO. NASA has a job for him. He'll be there for a week.

Yeah.
He just got home, too.
This is the life.

He just came home.

But this is how it is. He makes good money, he's happy, he's productive, it's a perfect Hyper Focusing outlet for his ADHD. And I enjoy seeing him work. He is fantastic at what he does.

I'm never bitter. Disappointed, yes, but I enjoy this life.

He's like Westley. He will always come for me. This is true love. You think this happens every day?

This is our life

Sometimes, when Adam comes back after a long business trip, it takes me a few days to completely realize that he's home.
So, it just now hit me that my husband is home.
But. It doesn't last, because he leaves again, because it's his job.

(For those who don't know: My husband is an IT Project Manager for a company that rents and sells computer equipment to large corporations, small companies, private functions, hospitals, conventions, conferences, corporate meetings, hotels, etc etc etc. Usually the equipment is all rented, through which the company makes the most money. Adam is also a field technician, taking work vans and trucks on the road and setting up laptops and desktops and plasma televisions and LCD projectors and printers. NASA, for example, is one of the company's biggest clients. So is the White House, and the Blair House, and several embassies. If a foreign dignitary visiting DC needs a laptop, Adam or a coworker brings it to the hotel and sets it up. During the last presidential election, Adam helped set up the equipment that broadcasted the candidates across the nation.
They have work all over the country. They often take contracts from computer companies in other states, which means that Adam or coworkers will drive to that other state -- sometimes fly -- and spend a week or two setting up shows or conferences.)

Our marriage started with -- and is based -- on a long distance relationship. When we started dating, I was in New York and he was in Maryland. I was entering my junior year of college, and he was living with his family and working. We didn't have cell phones in 1999, and internet communication for us was email and basic AIM. We spent two years running up phone bills, and he would drive and I would take Greyhound buses or planes. I flew down and moved in with him on September 22nd, 2001. And it continued from there. He took the job with the computer company, which was initially all local. I took my job in the library of a corporate law firm. I couldn't take off the time to travel with him, so I got used to not seeing him for weeks at a time. In May 2005, our families helped us buy a townhouse, and a week later we got married and moved into the townhouse. Our wedding night was our first night in our new house, and the only pieces of furniture were some chairs and our bed.
Throughout all that, Adam would still travel on business. I wouldn't see him for a couple of weeks every two months or so. And this was fine. I just put myself in that long distance relationship mindset. I knew he'd come home. I trusted him, I was confident and proud and accepting. Our relationship is like steel. Strong foundation and trust and honesty and communication and humor, especially humor and good nature. We know how to bicker without yelling. We know each other's idiosyncrasies well enough that we don't get insulted if one of us takes a verbal jab at the other. We'll rib on each other happily, reminding each other of these little things that make us us. Besides, I hate fighting. I get nothing out of it. There are some people who go for the emotional high of fighting, who feel alive during fights. But I'm too drained and scared and weak when I fight. So I don't fight. And he doesn't either. We just compromise and come to understandings.
People ask me how I live being married to a man who travels so much, how our marriage stays so damn strong. I really don't know. I cannot tell you. I just do. We just know each other that well.

All that being said... Adam is leaving again. On Wednesday, he drives out to Denver, CO. NASA has a job for him. He'll be there for a week.

Yeah.
He just got home, too.
This is the life.

He just came home.

But this is how it is. He makes good money, he's happy, he's productive, it's a perfect Hyper Focusing outlet for his ADHD. And I enjoy seeing him work. He is fantastic at what he does.

I'm never bitter. Disappointed, yes, but I enjoy this life.

He's like Westley. He will always come for me. This is true love. You think this happens every day?