John left for his 5-month deployment today. I’ve had about 15 hours now to digest, and resist the urge to be overly dramatic. I feel a bit of perspective is in order - or at least the situation requires it of me:
First, we’ve been living the life of tropical island bums disguised as a “military family” when there are ever-increasing numbers of active duty members deploying to very dangerous places every day. Our time had to come eventually. Secondly, he is only going to be gone for 5 months, when many are deployed for 9-12 months, and often repeatedly deployed. It’s not the time or place for complaining. And still, this whole military world is not quite my reality. I’m used to a very pedestrian life back in Los Angeles. We wake up, go to work, come home, watch Project Runway, eat bagels, go to Del’s, roll over to Vic & Judi’s to read magazines, play with Gunner, go for bike rides. Eat, Drink, Be Merry.
Providence seemed to be having some fun with me this morning. I came back from the airport to a flat tire in the car, a kitty “situation” (the “bootie-drag-boogie” I think Aviva called it?) and a broken Skype phone I have no idea how to fix. But I’m sure this is only fate’s way of pointing out that I have become way too dependent on the pillar of stability that is my absent husband. It’s time to remember how to take care of myself again - if only till February.
It’s odd to realize, but I’m kind of a loner. Which is strange, because I have been particularly social in stages of my life that called for it. I seemed to have a million friends when I was in school and never at a loss for a companion, even for a mini-drive around town at night. I loved that time actually. But because of my current mix of school and jewelry company and applications and plans for my Indian travel adventure, I am not as inclined to try to crash every social gathering on island. In fact, most of my friends have their own families, and their own goings on. It’s more difficult to insert myself. Especially since some of my close single friends have left this summer, it’s a bit lonely.
Of course, most obviously missing from this “Woe-Is-Me” post is John and what he is going through. He has forgone our insanely comfortable memory-foam mattress to stay in a bunk in the scorching hot middle east, work pretty much 7 days a week, away from his family. But the thing is, and anyone who knows John can attest to this - he will be fine. He is an eternal optimist and can find the best in any situation. I can’t decide if that makes me sadder and miss him more, or happy because we’re both going on our separate adventures and will have some pretty awesome stories when we see each other again. He would vote for the latter. So, I’ll lean towards that angle too.
Anyway, if any of you would like John’s PO address while he’s in the Middle East, let me know and I’ll email it to you. I’m sure he’d like even a postcard from you!