Okay, it's a little more like 2 weeks and 4 days, but I'm cutting it to two weeks! In two weeks I will be living under the same roof as my husband again! In two weeks, I will be back in my own hometown where I know everyone, and where I can get around without a freaking GPS. In two weeks, I'll be able to see my family again, including my aunt who I have missed like hell. Seriously, it's been over a year since my husband and I have lived together, and over four months since the last time we saw each other. Long distance relationships are hard, but long distance marriages are even harder. It's not a jealousy/trust issue that's been the problem, but a severe lack of communication. We talk on the phone, and text, but it's not the same as being in person, and half the time one or both of us are distracted while we're talking to each other. But, I can finally say that it's going to nice to have a co-parent again, and it will definitely be absolute heaven to be able to have five seconds to myself without my kids all over me about everything. In the seven years that we've been in Florida, we've had nothing but bad luck, and I will be glad to give this POS state the middle finger salute on my way over the Georgia line. Goodbye Florida! You fucking suck!