Posted on | August 27, 2012 | 4 Comments |
I don’t talk much about being a military wife/family on this blog. I don’t do it in real life either. It’s not that I’m not proud of what hubby does, but it’s mostly because I want a clear separation of work and home. I do let the husband talk about his day but once it’s done, it’s done. I don’t though approve of him talking about work related stuff at get togethers. There are just too many other things to talk about at a get together than work. He still does it now and then but when I hear, he gets the look… or my smart ass comment.
Being here as a military family, a temporary ex-pat I like to call it, and having military friends do come at a price. People come and go quicker – or maybe they don’t go as quick but time seems to move faster here (we’re almost to our 3yrs mark!). And each time our friends leave, not only do I get sad for their departure, I also got sad thinking that one day, it’ll be our turn. A double sad whammy.
I know that it’s how it is and maybe one day we’ll meet again (the military is magical in that matter) but goodbyes (unless you don’t like each other) are always difficult.