As I wrote before, I'm getting ready for my next big adventure, law school! Whenever I tell people about where I'm moving next, they usually ask, "Is your husband moving with you?" He is also active duty, also stationed here at Fort Gordon, and no, he will not be moving with me. He will be deploying to Afghanistan a month before I head to school.
What does that mean for us? It means he will be in Afghanistan having his meals cooked (or packaged) for him, he will be living out of two duffel bags, he will have a set job, a group of people who are overly concerned about his well-being, and will be getting paid extra. I, however, will be moving our entire house into storage/to Maryland, stressing about my class rank, working out by myself, and cleaning up only after myself. This is my perspective. And I feel like I'm getting the short stick.
Separation is never easy, but seems to be inevitable in military life. There's no point in complaining about it, just making the best of it. On one hand, at least I won't be worried about him living by himself in Georgia. On the other, I'll be living on my own in a big city. Hopefully when he comes home we can start the process to try to get him re-assigned closer to me.
The most important thing during any separation is to never feel sorry for yourself, and never get to the point that you're too busy or too important for the person far away. When I was deployed, I always made time to make our chat dates, wrote letters home, even sent him "care packages" when he was training during the summer. He was busy as well, but still made time to send me packages and take care of my little home emergencies when they came up. Did I ever tell you the story about how he sent a package but 1) forgot to include the letter he wrote, and 2) ate one of each of the kinds of granola bars included (either that, or he bought a box of 5).
I know that once I start school, it will be easy to get busy and caught up and forget to send packages, or take a nap when he's available online. But it's important to make those little things a priority.
One thing I have learned, though, is that time flies. Even though days may go by slowly, months are gone before you know it, and it's time to start getting ready for homecoming.