I couldn't sleep a few nights ago, my mind wrought with a kind of restlessness. And then I realized: we're almost two years in station.
Remember about a year ago, when I had that feather up my backside, scouring around looking for our next duty station? That was a mere tickle compared to what I feel right now. I can feel the second year coming without orders in hand. I am both relieved and a little irritated, wondering when it will be our turn.
So much hinges on that one piece of paper (and yet, for those who are on this same path, you also know that piece of paper can be replaced by another that says a completely different thing), and I have the mindset that I'm much better off knowing and adjusting, rather than guessing and spending my free moments wondering.
As if we're in dire straits over here! (NOT!) I love this area, I cherish my home and I wake knowing my environment *well*. It's a comfort not being new, and it's a relief to get to know friends without feeling the urgency to do so quickly. In my dailies, I really strive to make the most of each day, and experience it without any anxiety of having to say goodbye to where and who I consider now as home.
Most of the time, I succeed. But Dear Internets, that night I was a bouncing ball of questions; I was the epitome of mindless chatter. I was the bobble head representing military spouses worldwide, there, nodding at every moment Hubby turned a corner.
It took a good dose of cherry blossoms to have it pass. Lucky for Hubby they were so beautiful and magnificent, and peaceful.
Happy Hump Day!!