The hardest part about moving away is losing your support system.
By moving away, I’ve lost the financial and emotional support from my family. When I need shampoo, I can’t just write it on my mom’s grocery list. Or if I’m too tired to cook, she won’t be there to make me a bowl of chicken soup.
I’ve lost the emotional support from my friends that come with seeing them periodically for coffee or a shopping trip. I spend most of my day alone even when I’m at work.
The hardest part about losing that support system was becoming Chuck’s sole caretaker. While in New York, when Chuck became ill, his parents would bring him to the hospital and get him settled while I made the drive home from work. If I was on deadline, I finished whatever I had to do before making the 45-minute journey to join him in the emergency room.
Now, when Chuck is sick he relies on me to make sure he has a bucket, hand towel and his medical records before getting him to the car and off to the hospital. This forces me to leave work early or come in late, a practice that I knew many prospective employers would not be happy about. Trying to explain the severity of Chuck’s condition will undoubtedly fall on deaf ears as I am being paid to do a job, regardless if I am clocked in for those hours.
We knew that this would be the hardest part about moving and during one bout of episodes I had wondered if we made the right decision moving away so far from home. We weren’t given too many options, but was our move worth it?
We decided that it was, no matter hard hard it is.