My wife lived 1100 miles away when we started dating. I was working nights in a factory where a short week was 48 to 52 hours.
I got off work at 3AM Saturday morning and had to be back at 4:30 Monday afternoon.
Many times I'd be at the airport to catch the first flight to Boston at around 7AM on a Saturday. Depending on the flight schedule, I'd arrive in Boston around noon or maybe a bit later. We'd have about 36 hours together before I had to catch a flight back home. Not much of it was devoted to sleep. She was working also,...but she would fly down to see me on a similar time frame.
Those were some hectic, yet very fun times. But after a while, I told her that she should just stay here,..which she agreed to. There was a bit of shuffling required, of course. But a couple of weeks later I flew up to get her and she's been here ever since.
That was one of the more interesting periods in my life. I was 42 and she was 36.
We celebrated our 20th anniversary this year.
