I left my full time job January 30th, 2015. I had imagined myself crypt walking (a dance) out of the building because I was ecstatic to be moving on. Instead, I stayed late making sure the handbook I had created for the programs I managed was complete.
My manager looked at me regretfully as she said good bye to me from her car in the front of the building. I loved her but had hated my job for a long time for several reasons. Despite that, the reason I was leaving was to join my groom of ten weeks in Fort Bragg, NC.
My mother and I traversed the Tennessee mountains to arrive at my new 1980’s duplex on February 4, 2015. My husband had laid Hershey’s in the shape of a heart with a note saying “Welcome Home” to greet me in his absence.
In Target, my mom suggested I purchase a nightie and not wear what I “normally wear” to bed now that I was married. I considered the day she headed back to Missouri the first day of the rest of my life.
Four and a half years later we are nearing the end of our contract. As I look back on this experience I can track the zig zag path my marriage has taken and the rollercoaster of my career. In general, we have been disappointed with the Army experience on all accounts, but at least we had a baby completely for free…