Was thinking so long about what to do for A, and then this one smacked me in the face (well, really, I tripped over the boots Zach left in the hallway...)
I grew up a Navy brat. Wasn't planning to marry back into the military. Shows you how well plans go, right? We'd been dating exactly a year when Zach reported. So, here we are, nearly 3 years later, still together, and stationed at a tiny post in the middle of nowhere, while I am still learning a whole new set of acronyms (why does each branch have their own alphabet soup!?!?!) It's an interesting place, really, because there's no supporting civilian community. I've never lived somewhere like this; the bases Dad was stationed at were always near/in cities. It's very different to be totally dependent on the Army options, MWR, AAFES, etc. for your entire life (well, at least your entire life in a 45-minute radius).
We don't know where this job'll take us, but no one entering the military really does. You just make the best of wherever you're stationed, whatever his job assignment is at the time. (And in the case of this post, secretly hope that you'll get someplace nicer for your next duty station!)
(And before you say that the picture isn't army-related at all, look at his sweatshirt. The picture itself was taken when I visited him in Monterey 'bout a year and a half ago. We were driving down Hwy 1 to Big Sur for some hiking.)
I grew up a Navy brat. Wasn't planning to marry back into the military. Shows you how well plans go, right? We'd been dating exactly a year when Zach reported. So, here we are, nearly 3 years later, still together, and stationed at a tiny post in the middle of nowhere, while I am still learning a whole new set of acronyms (why does each branch have their own alphabet soup!?!?!) It's an interesting place, really, because there's no supporting civilian community. I've never lived somewhere like this; the bases Dad was stationed at were always near/in cities. It's very different to be totally dependent on the Army options, MWR, AAFES, etc. for your entire life (well, at least your entire life in a 45-minute radius).
We don't know where this job'll take us, but no one entering the military really does. You just make the best of wherever you're stationed, whatever his job assignment is at the time. (And in the case of this post, secretly hope that you'll get someplace nicer for your next duty station!)
(And before you say that the picture isn't army-related at all, look at his sweatshirt. The picture itself was taken when I visited him in Monterey 'bout a year and a half ago. We were driving down Hwy 1 to Big Sur for some hiking.)
