We only have days left.
I don’t know if that thought has officially sunk in yet. We now only have days until Guy makes the big move from Phoenix to Portland. This is the moment that I have been waiting for since we met! It’s incredible to think about the beautiful connection that Guy and I have been able to preserve while we have been 1,300 miles apart. The distance has not been easy.
No more flights, no more long phone calls, no more face time, no more missing each other. Okay, I’m sure we will still do some of these things, just a lot less frequently.
Guy arrived at PDX from PHX for the last time this weekend. He will finally be assimilating into Oregonian life on Tuesday. The next flight in our schedule will be my one-way from PDX. Once I land in Phoenix, we will immediately be heading right back up to Portland, this time by way of Guy’s car.
Road trip! Rather than driving straight through to Portland, we are making it into a mini-sightseeing vacation. Along the way, we will capture the beauty of Arizona, California, and Oregon. Yes, we are taking the scenic route.
Speaking of adventures, this Friday when I went to pick Guy up from the airport was one in itself. I started my day driving from Waldport to Lincoln City to be a panelist for the American Leadership Forum. It was a lovely meeting at a beautiful vacation rental, just steps from the beach. I sat in a circle with a small group of influential Oregon leaders and shared my perspective of working in the Siletz community.
After a lively meeting, I was off with a carload of belongings towards suburbia i.e, our new home. 30 minutes before reaching the house, CRASH!. Next thing I knew, I was taking photos of insurance cards, blankly staring at the radiator fluid spewing out of the bottom of my car, and carefully looking for the nearest auto repair shop. All the while I was A) Hoping my car wouldn’t blow up; B) Telling myself that crying over a car is for babies; and C) Convincing myself that I am a responsible adult and I have wanted a new car anyway!
I broke the news to Guy as he was boarding his flight to PDX. I tried to stay cool as a cucumber, but Guy knows all when it comes to things that would stress me out. He immediately knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.
Yes, I got into a car accident. Luckily, the only thing damaged was my car and a little bit of my ego, as I was at fault. With Guy’s advice and my sister’s support (and car), I was able to get up to the airport to pick Guy up for the last time.
Life can’t always be easy because, well, that’s just life. The day had a little more excitement than expected, but the show still went on. We even have the photos to prove it. (Thanks again Priscilla! Didn’t she do a great job?)