So the hub-bub of the last few weeks has died down and now I wish it hadn’t. It forces me to realize that there are only a few short days (1.5 actually) left to spend with my husband before he’s gone. 1.5 months until I see him again. I can no longer pretend the move isn’t happening or that it is far off in the distance. I haven’t been able to focus on the moving and leaving me behind in a place I don’t really want to be since we’ve been so busy. But now, it’s all encompassing. It’s all I can think about. It’s all I dread. If I…