I dropped him off at the terminal this morning, and experienced something I hadn't felt on any of our other deployments together. Complete fear. For some reason, this one is hitting me so much harder than the other ones, and I'm already losing my mind. I really contemplated unpacking all of his bags, throwing his stuff away, and refusing to take him to the airport so he couldn't leave.
|yes, i'm being slightly over dramatic in this picture. and yes, i do take pictures of myself as i cry...it's part of life.|
I'm a lucky girl in other aspects. At least this time I have more friends, a job, and plans to fill my time for the next six months. You won't see me moping around forever [as a rule, I only get one pity day per deployment]. Instead, look forward to hearing about a trip to Amsterdam, a new tattoo, my days as a para educator, and maybe even a quick jaunt home to Minnesota to catch up with family. These six months won't be the easiest without my best friend to experience life with me, but I'll be damned if I don't come away with some funny stories at least! Hope you all are having a wonderful week, and can't wait to catch up with you guys for Friday's Letters :)