Once upon a time, my husband and I both worked in Illinois even though we live in Indiana. The commuting was rough, but we liked our jobs and appreciated the much cheaper housing costs in Indiana with the bonus of living near family. Then the little guy was born and we both changed jobs to be able to work and live in the same state. We got used to the 10 minute commutes, saved a bunch of gas money, and no longer needed to panic if we left something important like a wallet at home. Now that I'm actually working from home, my husband is back to working in Illinois.

Even though his hours aren't really all that different now, I somehow miss my husband more now that he is back to commuting. Although I didn't take advantage of it all too often, it was still comforting to know that I could take a quick drive and say hi to him at work if I wanted. I'd often pass by his workplace when going grocery shopping and the little guy would always point and say "Dada" when he saw it. Plus it was nice to know that if something horrible happened, he was just a few minutes away.

Funnily enough, before getting my work-from-home gig, I applied for many jobs in Illinois. They were all closer to home than my previous job in Illinois and some were only part-time, but I was prepared for awhile to go back to commuting. If someone had told me a year ago that by this time in 2010 I would be working from home and my husband would be back to working in Illinois, I don't know if I would have believed them.