I was once told by my mother to keep a junk journal in order to relieve myself of all the bad emotions and thoughts I would keep inside. The problem was, I am incapable of journaling in a consistent manner, or not re-reading the junk once it has been let go. Well a wonderful friend of mine recently wrote me a letter saying she had a blog and after reading it (and laughing myself silly the whole time), I decided that this was perhaps the smartest thing to do at this time. Who gives a crap if anyone actually "follows" it or even reads it, but since I am on Facebook once a day, I might as well make it a habit to get on here and 'blog' when I am on FB. Oh the joy, another silly American girl has joined the ranks of bloggers. The cyber world, the entire world for that matter, can now rejoice. Now begins the story and psycho babble of me: a 21 year old military wife who's husband is currently deployed, and who is currently jumping from family member to family member.
Bless my Favorite Auntie A, who invited me here to help her with my Gram is who is deteriorating from Kidney Disease. Currently I am in Fallbrook, outside of Marine Base Camp Pendleton, where my Auntie A lives, and eagerly awaits the return of her husband, a Navy Corpsman, deployed with the infamous Boys of the 3/5. Truly... there is a BBC documentary about them. Let's just say that they have seen some crappy stuff, and are rougher and tougher than the best of them. Safe and speedy travels to all of them. Her husband is in Afghanistan and mine Iraq, and once when they both called at the same time to talk to us, it struck me quite funny that we were on the phone with two middle eastern countries at the very same time.
Being from Montana, I am a little bit out of my element here in the constant sun. I came from blow zero temps and snow storms to always sunny and smiling CA. What a wake-up call my pale skin suffered. In Montana I was kind of alone, okay very alone. One can only handle so many inlaws. I had moved away from my Hometown to be with my husband, and left all of my family behind. Shortly after I left, my mother and father moved to FT. Stewart where he is a second LT and just returned from Iraq. Yeah, this family likes 'em in a uniform. Being a Natinoal Guard wife was really not fun. There were absolutely no support groups for my husbands unit in our city, as he is based out of a city that is three and a half hours drive on a good day. The FRG was also located there which left me no options. I was absolutely not going to drive that far for a silly monthly coffee with the other wives and girlfriends. The monthly phone call to check on family morale from the ARNG has not come in two almost three months. So much for happy home, happy soldier. Long story short, inlaws left me in the cold as far as caring about how I was doing, and so at a fragile moment, when my gram's health looked very grim, my Auntie A called and requested my help. Having nothing to tie me to anywhere, I gladly uprooted and literally moved here in three days. I still have an apartment that I will need to fly home and pack and get rid of and a car I will need stored, but it's all worth it. Being where people actually care, and I'm not 100 percent alone is worth it. Being away from my best friend and the other half of my heart is not. I would trade anything to have him home again. The Army truly should follow the Marine Corps lead and drop deployments from one year to seven months. This year is going to be the longest of my life.
