Recently my family moved across country for a new job my husband took.
I gave up everything. The hardest thing was giving up my job. I loved it. It was everything I ever wanted in a career. I began teaching about seven years ago after I went back to school with my husband's support. So, in the end, I would have never been a teacher had it not been for his supporting me in quitting the job I had at the time and making the money for me to go back to school.
Now, I am sitting in a rented apartment half the size of the home we own in our old community, with no transportation, trying to keep myself from eating myself into oblivion.
I am trying to put on a good face, and I am enjoying this as much as I can, but again, I have no means of getting myself out of this apartment hell hole!
The apartment is really not that bad. There is a workout room and a pool. The most difficult part of all of this is just pulling myself out of this stupor and not feeling sorry for myself any more.
So I ahve really made an effort to get out and do something active, take a shower, and look good for myself.
Now, however, just when I am getting into a pattern and learning to live the life I have, I have to go back to the state we moved from. I am in a friend's wedding.
I made the flight reservations before we moved, so I was still feeling nostelgic and thinking I would really want to go back. Now I just want to stay here, or go there for the weekend and come right back, but I will be there for ten days.
I do not handle change or stress well at all. I flip out easily, I shout, and I get angry. I must find a way to vent these frustrations. When I get back from this trip, I am signing up for a personal trainer. I am also going to look for a dance or activity class.
I have options, I just feel like they are on hold until I get back from this trip and that bugs me. I just want to stay here, keep rolling on and get my kid ready for school.
Ok, so now that I have vented I feel a bit better. Thanks!
