Steven and I have been married since February of this year. It’s been quite an adventure. From eloping in good ole Boise, to living in Santee and working hard to find Steven a job, and me saving every one of the three pennies I made in that time period, to the excitement of getting hired by Rocky Mountain Power, to the crush of losing it by a delayed background check, to now, being here in Antioch, CA, having the opportunity to work for the best power company in the nation. It all looks so simple, laid out in writing like that. But it’s been difficult, and wonderful. We’ve grown closer in the 5 months of our marriage than we did in the entire year that we dated.
In our year and a half together, we’ve spent seven and a half months apart. That includes the first two months of our marriage. After every separation, we’ve sworn to each other that that was the very last time we’ll ever be apart. And then something new comes up. And when that separation is over, we swear it again. That was the last time. But here we find ourselves again, separated. For the first seven weeks of Steven’s job he’ll be living at his training center in San Ramon, about 45 minutes away from Antioch, Sunday night through Friday night. The training is so intense, and the company is so intent on punctuality, that someone in Steven’s group has already been fired. For being two minutes late. Terrifying. That is what’s keeping us strong during this time apart. We need this job. And Steven needs to be there.
We always find a way.
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