The Artist got in touch with the trucking company yesterday. They’ve arranged for him to take a bus to Atlanta Thursday to start their orientation training. He’ll be down there for seven or eight weeks.
Holy crap. I knew he’d be going down there soon, yet I feel unprepared for it. I mean, I realize he’s a grown man and he’s perfectly capable of sorting himself out without my intervention—hell, he’s been taking care of his own business for years now. But all the way in another state?
I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I told him last night, “This is a big step for me.” He chuckled.