Day 1

So today is my first day as a single city girl. My husband left town to be with his family for 10 days before I join him on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, the words to "I'll be Home for Christmas" are so deep and inspirational to me. Not that his parents' Utah home is really home to me since I'm from Arizona. But he is home to me. I would build a house in that nook beneath his neck if it were possible because that's my favorite, safest place to be in the whole, wide world.

Needless to say, I'm a little upset to be separated from the love of my life. Even though there are some appealing thoughts to my new solitary life, like eating totally unbalanced meals for the next week without anyone knowing or watching movies like "Sense and Sensibility" over and over, I'm truly going to miss him ... dare I say, mourn him. Because the thing about my man is that he's willing to do all the aforementioned things with me, usually without complaining. Yeah, he's kind of a catch. I tend to get my friends' husbands in trouble because I like to brag about all the things my husband does without asking: gets me water before bed, does the dishes, puts away laundry, surprises me with shoes, watches "girlie" movies without whining, thinks of cute names for our future children. He's one in a million so even 10 days is going to feel like an eternity.

But there's a lesson to be learned in all things. So please join me as I chronicle my adventure in Evanston. I won't promise it will be all fun and uplifting because I'm sure going to miss that guy. In between that, however, we're going to have a wild ride.