So, Gene is home (for a little while). He’s been travelling up north a lot lately, including a week and a half (yes, including Memorial Day weekend). He’ll leave again next week but he swears that’ll be it.
Unless I want to move to New Jersey. Umm, NO. (Between the crime, the housing prices and the New Jersey-ness of it all, what’s not to hate?)
I am pretty excited because his new client is way more international (ie, has offices in countries that aren’t considered Third World). I am totally angling for a trip to go “visit the London office.”
Anyway, to celebrate Gene being home, we went and had a romantic evening down in Cheesecake City. Discretion forbids me from saying more.
(Oh, WTF. Thursday was day 5 of round 3 of Clomid).
Our mini break was fabulous and we both needed it badly. He’s been out of town 4.5 out of the last 6 weeks and will have been gone 6 out of the last 8 weeks before it’s all over. (If my math is correct anyway). He mentioned earlier today taking a job where he’d travel most of the time. At this point in our lives, I’m cool with that. I have made it clear that I am happy to relocate as required as well. With Gene’s employer, it used to be that to get anywhere in the company you have to “do time” in a certain Texas shithole but anymore we’d be just as likely to “do time” in Dubai, Auburn Hills or Nowheresville India (quite literally BFE).