His Unit Was Activated
So yeah this weekend sucks ass. Me and my boyfriend had a shit load of plans. Saturday we were just going to hang around and go to the party his mom was holding for the neighborhood. Then Sunday morning we were supposed to go to a ceremony were he was going to play his bag pipes, and later that night we were going to go to the 3 County Fair for the demos with a few people. So much for that idea. Friday night around 7 p.m. his General called him saying to go home early from work to start packing. I got to his house and he came running outside to hug me and I know that something was really wrong at that point. He told me that he was to be at the base at 7 a.m. on Saturday. I only got to see him for 2 hours before he was going to be sent out. And it really sucked because the only information that he had at the time was that his unit was going to Mississippi to help with the aid of Katrina. We had our long good-bye in the morning and we both cried. Then the next thing I know around noon he was calling me to let me know that they got to go back home until 9:30 that night. He told me he'd call as soon as he got home. So I ended up getting to his house...again around 6 so I was getting another 3 hours with him. And this time it was a little easier saying good-bye because he actually had information. That being he is supposed to be back Sept. 20th but, it could be extended. I know it's only 2 weeks but I already don't know what to do with myself because I'm ALWAYS with the kid. So they're leaving on Sunday morning and hopefully I'll hear from him the beginning of this week so I know he's okay, and to know exactly what hes doing down there. well you probably won't be hearing from me much now because between the 30 hours of work a week and the fact I'm starting college I won't be doing much besides those things. Plus Mattie's gone, but who knows I'll probably do something exciting with Savannah. I'll try to keep you updated! <3