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April 17, 2006
East Bound and Down...
On vacation, and 7500 miles from home, and I am still doing laundry. More's the pity. As I spend today packing and gathering our things, I am trying to stay as mentally distracted as possible, as to not think about flying away from my beloved West Coast, and my family who live here. I am facing the armpit side of this military wife thing. I knew what I was in for, but I guess I never really thought about what it meant.
It will be harder to leave after this trip than it was to PCS initially. The first time we left, it was new and exciting... and someplace other than the crappy base we had been stuck at for 3 years. It was an opportunity to see Europe, and make new friends.
It is not that I won't enjoy being in my own space, and sleeping in my own bed, but it holds more heartache to leave than I ever thought. It is tearing me apart, and I may well need the entire flight to Atlanta to pull my shit together before we get on our connection to Manchester. I know that I may never see my grandparents again after this trip. I know that life will be going on without me in the lives of my family and friends. As will mine... but it somehow feels empty and isolated as I look into the coming years for my life.
So, I best get to packing up our gear for the second half of our vacation... and try not to think about what inevitably has to come at the end of it.
Posted by TheFreud at April 17, 2006 10:07 PM
