So much waiting...

Day 2370: Sometimes I feel like, as a navy wife, I spend the majority of my time waiting. Waiting for orders, waiting for Darling Dear to call, waiting for Darling Dear to return home, waiting to buy that oh so perfect house you have your eye on, waiting to celebrate special events, waiting to get stinkin knocked-up already, waiting for my life with him to start! Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting... Ugg...

The waiting sucks, there is no denying it. Sometimes people will try and tell you to look at the silver lining, but sometimes, I just don't see it. Now I'm not saying it's not there, I'm just saying that sometimes you have to be able to find the silver lining yourself. No matter how many people tell me, "Oh, he will be home in two month! That's not so bad!" or "You can try and have a baby when he gets home!" it really doesn't make me feel any better. And honestly, if you haven't had to wait months and months at a time without seeing your significant other, don't tell me, "Two more months isn't that bad!" and can I get a OH NO YOU DIDN'T to the people who say, "Is he really coming home so soon? This deployment has just flown by!" If you are not immediately affected, you shouldn't comment on the speed of the last agonizing however-many-longers. And no, your neighbors' cousin's wife's brother being deployed, doesn't count.

Now don't get me wrong, I know people are just wanting to help. And I honestly think, that they think, they are. Usually, I just suck it up. Grin and bear it, because I know that the waiting is always hard. I know that sometimes, words can't help.

But sometimes they do. Sometimes all we need is someone to listen to the words we have instead, someone to cry to. Because waiting is hard, and yes, I know I chose this life. But just because I chose it, doesn't make it automatically easy.

 

I hate feeling roasted...

Day 2355:  When you live in the beautiful state of Washington, a rainy day or something in the overcast category is pretty much all you see come fall, and well into following calendar year. On the occasion that the sun decides to grace is with it's beautiful face during this period of darkness, we have learned to embrace and take advantage of the rare opportunity. Wait, what? It's sunny? Quick! Break out the shorts! No worries if it's 45 degrees! It's Seattle and that's sun!

I've lived in Florida so I am fimilar with what sun truly feels like. Hot and sticky and wait, it's Christmas? But lucky for me, we are stationed where I grew up, and when I step outside and feel the crisp, clean breeze, and smell the freshly cut green grass, I know this is what home feels like. 

Sure, I'm probably biased, after all I had never lived anywhere else for the larger part of my life. But when you can sit on a grassy hill, not overly roasted in the beautiful afternoon sunshine, gazing lazily at the vibrant forests of evergreens, overlaying the majestic mountain range, how could you not be in love with a place?

Darling Dear and I met in Washington and spent the first part of our relationship exploring all it had to offer. I had lived here for most of my childhood and Darling Dear had been brought by the Navy. Growing up, my family and I spent time camping, hiking, biking and whatnot, but doing those things as a couple are just different. I can't explain it. It's like experiencing them new all over again, and boy, the things Washington had to offer us. 

We were lucky that in our slew of duty stations, we were given the opportunity to come back, and timing has left us hoping we can explore Washington again as a family, rather than just a couple, but only time will tell. But for me, this will always be home, something that I will embrace, rain and all.