The Mis-Adventure

The last 7 months have been a blur of guest rooms, belongings in boxes, too many highway miles to count, and constant uncertainty about our next steps. Not exactly an adventure for the faint of heart. While we have had some wonderful times with friends and family over this period, not having a plan has been challenging. Scott and I are used to spending the majority of our time together, and we like it that way. I’m usually the one who needs alone time and space to recharge. 

I don’t know what precipitated the disagreement, but it was a spicy two days. Neither one of us was saying anything, sitting in our own thoughts, feelings, and perspectives. We do always eventually come around to a calm, productive discussion, and this time was no different. 

As we honestly shared our perspectives on the current issue at hand, I realized I was really proud of us. Both Ginger and Gordon had separately asked, genuinely concerned for our mental state, how we were doing. Both had also shared that they weren’t sure how we were doing it. They shared that if they were in our position, they weren’t sure how they would handle it. Our friends are spot on. This has not been easy at all. It has been stressful. It has come with mountains of uncertainty. Even with the support we have had the unbelievably good fortune to have. Any couple would struggle, disagree, feel disconnected, and grapple to find common ground in a situation that neither party planned for.

Clearly, I shouted NO HITTER from all the rooftops when I constantly declared you would pry my cold, dead hands out of NYC. But here we are, the newest townies of Chattanooga proper.