My husband left this morning, and he's living in our new apartment. (I guess technically yesterday). He begins his new job on Monday. I'm still at our house, awaiting the movers arrival next week as they will be packing up our house and delivering all of our belongings to our new residence sometime before the 17th--haha. Up to this point, I've been much more calm than I expected. We've had so much to get accomplished in a short period of time, and somehow I've just accepted it and moved forward. You may wonder why this surprises me. Brent did the yard work, last bit of paperwork for his previous employer, phone calls back and forth with the moving company, sat with me at work Monday night, set up for a small going away get together, and so much more. I've written a lease agreement, caught up on laundry as we ended up selling our washer and dryer on Monday, worked my last three shifts at Fusion, and dishes. Also, Brent's dad has helped with so many of the...