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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I have to say I think its ironic how things play out. Being a small-town girl, I prayed and desired to move far, far away to a brand new place where everything was different. Once I got here, all I look for are things that are familiar to me. Things that remind me of home. Even the type of people that I meet here. The food. All of it. Maybe I'm not the type of person who accepts change too well? I always thought I was. Maybe its all about adjusting. I think I fight it most of the time. Not too sure why. I do it kinda inadvertantly.
I was talking to a friend yesterday. Her husband went to basic with my husband, they are in seperate companies, but hang out and talk when they can. She isn't wanting to go home during their upcoming deployment and inquired about us getting a place together here. Getting jobs, going to school, and splitting the bills. Its exactly what I truely wanted to do when I got here. Now I'm second guessing it. Not to mention the husband is dead set against it. (Granted, I understand his reasoning.) However, I just keep pondering over it. This is a once in a lifetime experience. I could always go home and visit, right? It may not seem like that big of a deal. It may even be quite simple, but we all know, I make nothing simple. I have to weigh every single pro and every single con.
I was going through Troy's packing list today. Ensuring he had every item he was going to need for his upcoming trip. And it hit me... Hard. I have exactly 4 months left with him. I realized that I am truely not ready to be without him again. I know it isn't healthy. Your husband is supposed to be a part of your life, not your entire life. But he is. He is my reason for everything. The only person that keeps me going. He is my life, my best friend, && my, well, everything. Anybody gone through a deployment? How do you get through it? I don't want my life to stop at a stand-still once again. And I know I'm the only person who has control of it, but without him here, I swear, I can't keep myself together. Or maybe I can, it's just hard. Very hard.