The Journey Back to Juno

My husband asked me to come with him on his trip back to his head office in Juno Beach yesterday for a meeting with his management regarding his annual performance review. It was our first trip back since we moved here in Arcadia and after almost 2 months of living here, I felt I missed our old place for the first time, so I came. On our drive down, we were trying to make sense of our 300 miles (one way) drive down where management could just give him the news through any hi-tech means available. But they wanted it to discuss with him in person. Hence we were there.

We arrived a little early so we decided to pass by Jupiter Bay, the complex 6 miles from Juno Beach where we stayed for 9 months. The sight of our old home made me sad, I love that place, so close to the beach and so close to where I used to work. Everything in there just suits our needs. We drove around the pool where my husband used to swim after work, by the sugar cane restaurant, by the tennis court. Everything there was well maintained, the gardens were all green unlike here in Arcadia and its surrounding areas, because of the 4 nights of frost last week, vegetation is turning brown. Anyway, we had very good and happy memories of Jupiter Bay and in my emotive mode it gave me some tears forming around my eyes. Life is a constant move and Jupiter was part of it.

After dropping him in his office, I drove back to Jupiter to see some friends I haven't seen in 2 months and picked up supplies I couldn't find here in Arcadia. There are just so many stories to tell and updating to do before I realized it was time to pick up Greg again. I drove back to Juno Beach and waited 5 minutes in the main entrance before I called my husband that I was there. He instructed me to meet him in the Engineering building which was 3 buildings away from where I was waiting.

I saw him waiting by the engineering entrance with heavy boxes in his arms and by the picture I was seeing I felt gloom engulfed my whole being. Earlier, we were talking about people being fired by reasons of economics and that even if he has to deal with some difficult issues, were still thankful he has a job. We were joking that maybe this is his time. And then I saw him with boxes, what will I think? OK, I immediately struggle to find words to comfort him, I was braced for the worst and I was determined to be the strength in moments like this. After he loaded the boxes at the back of the car and I vacated the driver's seat, I asked him about his meeting and his performance review. Unceremoniously he said, it was good! They gave me a favorable review. I told him what I thought when I saw him carrying those boxes and he laughed out loud almost peeing in his pants. And the boxes? It turned out it contained all his supplies here in Arcadia..haha.

OK, I over reacted. I trust my husband and I know he puts 101% effort in his work even working Saturdays and Sundays but all those news about massive lay offs just freaks me out because we are not ready in case it strikes us.