Well, my attempt at writing once a month was a lie, apparently Ha!
I've been so busy, with so many things going on since I last blogged, but NOW... Now, I am not so much. Let me go back and give some insight as to why:
Since I last blogged, my husband (Anthony) and I visited California before he deployed. Well, now he's been gone since June. That's a whole can of worms in itself. Being the spouse of a deployed soldier is always hard, but for some it is much harder than it is for others. I'm well aware of this, and I'm thankful that everyday I know my husband is safe. He isn't out there in harm's way, he isn't being shot at or worse. That's why I never really complain about it because honestly, there isn't anything I should be complaining about. I'M not the one deployed. I'M not the one working insane hours, working with people I can't stand, in a foreign country I know nothing about. I do miss him, who wouldn't miss their spouse being gone for so long? I do get irritated when I see people complaining that their spouse has been gone for a week. "I just miss him/her so much", "I don't know how I can deal with him/her being gone any longer." I just want to tell them to put on their big girl/boy panties and get with the program. I'm sure they've got things to do, and sulking shouldn't be one of them. Okay. Enough of that.
Since he's left, I was working for Waste Management. Well, turns out THAT wasn't such a wonderful job change because I got laid off last Friday. What a deal, right? At first I was very upset about it. I thought, "This was supposed to be my big break". I was going to use this job to transfer to and when Anthony retired, at least I would have a job, right? WRONG. Well, that's at least how I felt when I found out. I've come to the realization that this was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. How's that you ask? Well here, let me tell you: Now I'm going to go to school for my passion. It isn't every day that someone gets to do that anymore, you know? In the Spring, I will be entering a veterinary technology program so that I can work with animals. Every day. I mean, that's an animal lovers dream! To help animals, every day. Losing my job with WM forced me into school. I've spent my entire adult life just trying to make money, be a second income, but it's never been doing something that I've loved and now that's going to change. I must admit, if it weren't for having such an amazing, supportive husband, it wouldn't even be possible for me to attend the school. He went behind my back and transferred his GI Bill to me. We had discussed it for years, but I had always told him no, that I wanted him to hold on to that as a "just in case" fall back plan when he retired. Well, this tricky man of mine got it approved before I could say no lol. He truly is an amazing man, and only wants the best for me. Who could ask for a better life partner?
Also since last time, I've gone home solo. I had my 10 year high school reunion! I was so extremely hesitant to attend, but I'm so glad I did. I had such a wonderful time seeing everyone. Also traveled around a bit, drove up to Northern/Central California to visit one of my best friends and my Aunt/Uncle. Also visited with my nephews. When I got home I was so tired, I needed a vacation from my vacation!
Basically, right now, I'm just trying to stay focused on the goal right now: Get going with school, keep busy, don't get sad and make sure none of the animals die (that last one is the easiest). I'm starting to make great friends here, which is nice and it helps ease the transition to moving here. I'm very much a social person and I NEED interaction lol. I've always been that way, I need socialization. I'm like a dog. If I don't have it, I get aggressive and withdrawn HA!
My Grandpa Ray has been gone 3 years today and it still feels like just yesterday we were all saying goodbye to him. Having lost them and the pain it comes with has gotten easier, but I still miss him and my Grandma Ruby terribly. I essentially lost my Grandparents and my Parents and it's hard, really hard, to deal with all of this and not have my Grandma to call and discuss things with, but... I'm learning how to deal with things on my own, so I guess it's a good thing? I don't know.
You grow up, start your own life/family and eventually stomp your own path out. There are people who help along the way, there are some people who throw branches in the way (Hell, sometimes they throw fallen trees), but you learn how to climb, get through and jump over the obstacles and you're better for the experience.
At least that's what I keep telling myself! :)
