Ashley is here! I may have written about it earlier, but whatever. It's my post, I can write what I want. It's been an interesting transition...not bad, just different. I've gotten used to it being either just Mike and myself, or just me when Mike was at training. I've found that I'm a bit of a loner. Not as much as my husband, but I'm up there. And as much as I love Ash, sometimes I'm relieved when she goes to visit her boyfriend. It gives me my space and alone time back. I'm still trying to stop feeling guilty about that one. Other than that, it's been smooth. It'll also be nice just knowing I don't have to be alone ALL the time. We have also been getting into random shanagians... like tattoos. Well, I just had my wrist redone. And got my nose pierced. I'm such a little wanna be punker at heart.
Packing, packing, packing... We found a new place (a duplex...so much, MUCH better than the apartment), plunked down the money to hold it, and now my living room is filled with boxes. Since there isn't anything in the boxes as yet, it makes for a very crowded room. I'm excited on so many levels. One, REAL closet space. I mean, this apartment doesn't even have a coat closet? What is that? (Dear God, I sound like my mother...shhhh, don't tell her!) Two, we'll have a garage. To store all the random tools, and to park cars. And the lawnmower I'm gonna have to buy. And three...it's just bigger, and not an apartment, and I get to lose my neighbors! Best reason right there.
My father in law is coming this weekend. I am very, very excited (we are also going to have Apple Pie, which is the best, best, best drink ever), and I think Pete is, too. Which means I have to get my ass in gear and get the living room cleared of all the boxes, which means me having to pack, which is the worst part about moving.
That makes me think of another thing...I can't believe I'm packing up again. I've only been here for 11 months...it'll be a year March 17. And in this current apartment for 10 months. It's been a crazy, crazy year, though. Moved away from my family (after getting MARRIED), going through a tornado, living completely by myself for the first time (Mike was in training for over two months), going through an earthquake, and just completely random things. It's hard to believe that it's been a year, though....which leads me to yet ANOTHER thought...
Mike will be leaving soon....not for his deployment, but for the training before it. But, he won't really be home again before he leaves the States. It hasn't hit yet. We've been through so much separation this year that it will probably be a while before it hits me. I mean, we've been together since June of 2009....which makes it a year and 8 months. Out of that year and 8 months, we've been physically apart for 11 months. I think it'll start hitting me around month two or so that he's not here...nor will he be for a while.
Well, what can you do? Pack, move, and send lots and lots of care packages and emails, and make sure you are Jamaica ready. I'm planning on all of the above.
Which means now that I've whined for a while on here, I'm gonna go pack some more.
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