At the time of writing this, I currently am 57 days and 13 minutes away from seeing my husband and my staffy dog. I have a countdown on the main screen of my phone as a constant happy reminder. We’ve been apart for just over 6 months now, and have less than 2 months left to go! At the beginning, I never EVER thought I was going to make it through this extended separation. I didn’t want to do it. And now looking back on our decisions, I realise we were actually pretty smart.
By the time Steve gets here, we will be stable because there won’t be two of us out of work at the same time. We will have my job history behind us. I am able to the legwork of finding a home for us, without having to choose somewhere that we haven’t viewed. I’ve been able to buy a nice new car.
Spending 8 months apart from your spouse is not for the feint hearted. If I were a normal person, with normal problems (whatever that means), I could probably say it has been the hardest part of my life. But with so much else going on, it kind of just feels on the periphery. Of course I miss my boys every single day, but now that I am in a routine, it almost feels normal – to the point where it will be kind of strange for us all to be living together again. But it will be such a good strange; especially knowing that Steve will be out of the army and we won’t have to endure such a lengthy time apart again.
So lately I’ve been working lots (14 days on and 7 off – living in camp during my work days) and mostly counting down. Time seems to be flying by. I’ve begun the task of finding a home for us (which proves difficult with a dog!). So much to do with such a small amount of time where I’m actually at home. But it will all be worth it in the end <3