I have finally made it home. All the out-processing is done. I have a lot of mixed emotions about being home. I miss my friends. I miss the routine. I miss the excitement. I know it sounds crazy that I would miss all of this now that I am home, but I do. I want to cry a lot of the time and I find myself getting annoyed very easily over little things. I spoke with my Iraq roommate yesterday and she is feeling the same way. We have wanted this for 10 months, but now it is here we want things to go back the way they were.
I have so much stuff to do before I move to CO in January. I have to find a job and an apartment. I have to pack the stuff in my storage unit and sell other stuff to get ready to move. I have school starting in January too. It's too much too soon after getting back. I'm not ready to have to deal with all of this stuff. It's very overwhelming after not having to make decisions for the past 10 months other than what line to go through in the DFAC. HA! I just want to pull the covers up over my head and just sleep for about 3 months.
I took the advice and I'm taking a couple of trips in January to help get over this transition period. I'm going to New York with my boyfriend and then skiing with my Iraq roommate. I'm really looking forward to those trips, but then what? Is all of this a normal part of reintegrating back into the world again?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
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3 comments:
Welcome back!
"Routine is as routine does.." OK, that was stupid :) I think getting into school will help.
I will be starting school myself in the fall when I can use the new gi-bill - only thing is I have no idea what to take.
Welcome home, lady.
You done good, Squid... (Big grin and a wink from a veteran Marine - turned National Guardsman)... Congrats on making it through.
There are a lot of reasons that folks like us volunteer to leave hearth and home to come to a place like this, with full knowledge of the dangers.
Some are here out of duty: Their unit was told that it was deploying, and they stayed with it, as to not let the unit, or their comrades down as they head into danger.
Others went looking for adventure, and maybe a few even found it.
Still others, myself included, have volunteered because, after so many years waiting for the balloon to go up, we missed the chance, and have been living with a sense that our job has not quite been done, or that our military experience has not been validated, and thus, cannot be closed without that last "great adventure" to round things out...
For whatever reason, you did it, and you have earned something that only folks like us can really understand... Well done!
(You didn't happen to leave a bike chained up somewhere near DFAC1, did you? We just got here and I need wheels... *grin*)
Cheers, and have a wonderful life Sister!
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