It was a balmy 10 degrees this morning in the Detroit area today as I walked from the parking structure to work.
The whole time I am thinking…’I can’t wait until Greg and I are on the go and we can follow the warm weather’
I am in the home stretch of my 10 year plan to move away from Michigan. It officially takes place this year – 2018. Since the beginning of the year is typically filled with retrospection I thought I would write down exactly when and why I came up with my 10 year plan to move from Michigan.
2008 was a turning point in my life.
I remember the summer of 2008 well, I had a pool that took up most of our small back yard, I had the basement setup up as my bedroom/oasis, and I felt like my world was just starting to make sense again. I had finally won the fight against breast cancer.
I did all the things people warn you not to do when you are emotional
- Career and job change
- Moved into a new home
- Bought a new car
- Started dating
Fall of 2008 however started with a big let down.
Denial is a great place, until reality hits you in the face! I learned a few hard lessons that September.
- Not all schools are considered equal…some are not even safe (I had to homeschool after Michael was assaulted, not once but twice, by other students because he was the new white kid who didn’t belong.)
- Your ex is an ex for a reason (For me it was: Lies, Infidelity, drunkenness, irresponsibility, and most of all LIES)
- Dating sucks! (Especially when you realize the person you really want to date is your unavailable best friend)
- Beating breast cancer is amazing, but the medical bills not paid by insurance are enormous (Treatments cost me half a years salary)
When you have small kids, you don’t have time for depression. So you just don’t focus on it or even think about it – until after they go to bed. That is when every bad moment, every unpaid bill, and every stressful thought hit me all at once. If I didn’t fall asleep from exhaustion or binge watch movies to try and forget…I cried myself to sleep.
I don’t know exactly what caused it. I don’t remember any big event or any wise advice. I just remember thinking, ‘if I could just get through the next 10 years, my kids would be in college and I could then have my well deserved nervous breakdown…but I had to wait until Justin graduated from high school, which would be in about 10 years.’
The very next day I started making my 10 year plan, it was simple:
- Find a school where my children would be safe!
- Watch them graduate and help them pick the right college
- Move away from Michigan and Chris!