Jake moved out on Sat. He told us about 2 weeks ago of his plan, but I was in denial. Ara and I have tried very hard to be open and receptive to our children as they grow up, but in spite of that Jake held his cards very close. I know he is resourceful and will probably be fine, but I still can't help but think that he is making things much harder than they need to be. I was totally surprised that he called when he was halfway to Ohio. He sounded so chipper and excited and I didn't/don't want to rain on his parade with all my tears. So I think I got all the tears out (maybe not) and I'm already putting a care package together. So far I have razors and laundry sheets packed--need to get some goodies and then send it off.
Oh yeah he's in Dayton Ohio with a job lined up at Crown Plaza, training is supposed to start tomorrow and work starts next week. He drove the whole way by himself, following his girlfriend and her mom and step dad. He said his butt really hurt; I wanted to say my heart hurt, but I just kept quiet.
