After the move..

Well, we made it down to my husband’s duty station, relatively unscathed. I wish I could say the same for my stomach. I ended up getting sick in the beginning of the 12 hour drive, and so I was sick for the whole thing. Not fun.

On the up side, my husband and I got our apartment keys, and are currently here, sitting on our unfurnished living room floor, each of us on our laptops. The thrilling lives we lead. But now, there is still so much to get done, but we have to wait to do it until my new SS card comes to us. Which is unfortunate, but something we have to deal with. I’m just glad to be here finally, but at the same time, I’m lonely. Sure, I know people down here, I have friends, I have my husband. But at the same time, I wish that my friends from home were here. I’m worried about a lot of things that any new wife would be worried about. How do we go about affording all our bills until I start working? (Which will be difficult until my husband fixes my car. Joy.) My husband tells me not to worry about it. But isn’t it kinda natural for a woman to worry about things like that? I’m new to this whole running a household thing, so how do I know what to expect until things start happening? Just things like that for the most part. I worry about our water bill, because I’ve done three loads of laundry, and we’ve been here for 24 hours. Yikes.

But what really matters, is I can turn my head, and see my husband sitting there, whenever I want to. I sleep next to him every night, wake him up every morning. Some sort of normalcy. As much as you can get in a military relationship. I can call his name and hear him answer. How long I’ve been waiting for that. After we got everything that we had with us into our apartment, he was just grinning ear to ear, and all he could say was “our home”. Makes me wonder who is happier about this. But I can’t lie, I’m slightly worried about what life will really be like once we get used to being around one another. Life is beautiful now, we don’t fight, we appreciate being together. We don’t even have to talk, but just be around each other is enough for us. How will things be when we are used to seeing one another all the time? I don’t want to be one of those bitter married couples, that under the petty squabbles and things that make you wonder why they are married really do love each other, but don’t show it. (a la everybody loves Raymond) I’m being realistic, but maybe slightly harsh, because all that everyone has told me is that I have to remember the good times, because there will be very hard ones, and that married life is nothing but strife. But its a beautiful life full of strife and laughter. Why does everyone have to highlight the hard things? I know that there will be hard things, and times when I want to walk out and never come back. But everyone of his smiles makes all the hard times worth it.