Changes, Changes, and then to change it up, more changes.
Nick has joined the army.
Right?
What in the actual fuck is going on.
About a month ago, he came home from teaching a class, sat down next to me on the couch as I was folding laundry and goes:
I can't do this. I can't teach these kids for the rest of my life. They don't even pay attention. I feel like I'm rambling the same stuff everyday to a bunch of kids who are half the time high or hungover and the other half of the time sleeping. This is not what's making me happy. I'm not happy.
What could I even say to that? "Okay, what are you thinking? Getting a job? Moving back home to look for work? Back to school for something else?"
The army. Don't freak out. Don't look at me like that. I think I'm going to join the army. Stop. I mean, breathe. Stop not breathing.
So, we jumped through all the hoops in the past month. And yesterday he signed his enlistment contract. Infantry, mind you. He's in for three years. We're buying a house back home here in a month, and moving shortly after that. I'm going to live up there while he does his training and what not. Basically, I'm going to be home base, and he will live in base housing which the army provides.
I'm an army wife.
I was packing up the house this morning and had a panic attack. I don't know what this is going to mean for us, and it scares the shit out of me. I had to lay on the floor and focus on breathing. I must have laid there for what had to be thirty minutes. I have never in my life experienced something like that.
He woke up to find me on the floor, just breathing. He hugged me, and It'll be alright.
He's buying me a new car in the few weeks before he ships out. So, I'm trying to distract myself from being so scared, but house hunting and car hunting.
It's not working.
Right?
What in the actual fuck is going on.
About a month ago, he came home from teaching a class, sat down next to me on the couch as I was folding laundry and goes:
I can't do this. I can't teach these kids for the rest of my life. They don't even pay attention. I feel like I'm rambling the same stuff everyday to a bunch of kids who are half the time high or hungover and the other half of the time sleeping. This is not what's making me happy. I'm not happy.
What could I even say to that? "Okay, what are you thinking? Getting a job? Moving back home to look for work? Back to school for something else?"
The army. Don't freak out. Don't look at me like that. I think I'm going to join the army. Stop. I mean, breathe. Stop not breathing.
So, we jumped through all the hoops in the past month. And yesterday he signed his enlistment contract. Infantry, mind you. He's in for three years. We're buying a house back home here in a month, and moving shortly after that. I'm going to live up there while he does his training and what not. Basically, I'm going to be home base, and he will live in base housing which the army provides.
I'm an army wife.
I was packing up the house this morning and had a panic attack. I don't know what this is going to mean for us, and it scares the shit out of me. I had to lay on the floor and focus on breathing. I must have laid there for what had to be thirty minutes. I have never in my life experienced something like that.
He woke up to find me on the floor, just breathing. He hugged me, and It'll be alright.
He's buying me a new car in the few weeks before he ships out. So, I'm trying to distract myself from being so scared, but house hunting and car hunting.
It's not working.