... comes from some other beginnings end.
It finally came. On November 5, 2007 Andy received his job offer from the Department of Homeland Security. We have been waiting for this moment for over 10 months, so obviously it is a time to celebrate. It is, we hope, a long over-due to beginning to our adults lives. A chance at financial stability; an opportunity for Andy to provide for the family.
But I have long known that this would be a bitter-sweet time for me. There is the heartache of separation during the academy. The very night he received his job, I found myself lying in bed devestated. For the most part I have done ok, but then, the other day I was driving alone, and found myself suddenly sobbing. The sadness I feel sneaks in and surprises me more often, already, than I would have expected.
We have a whirlwind of events the next 3 weeks before he leaves. They are designed to give us great memories and fun times to get us through the separation both as a couple and as a family. And then, it is off to Yuma.
I have already been in corespondance with a woman from Yuma who just moved from here a few months ago. She is about my age, and, like me, has two small children. I am so excited at the potential of a friend there.
Some days I am eager to get away from everyone and just lives our own lives. But for the most part, I just wish we had ever been able to "live our own lives" (ie buy a house and establish ourselves) locally. Andy's family seems less effected by the move - of his two siblings, one is already out of state, and the other seems likely to move around the same time as us. But my family of six siblings are all here within 15 minutes of each other. We don't interrupt each other, but have the convenience of being able to help each other and also of being able to hang out with each other when we want to.
It is said (by some) that the Church is so wonderful outside of Utah because the ward becomes like your family. But that is just it - it is wonderful to have a ward family, but it is just a substitution for the real thing! I am happy to know that I won't be completely alone, and grateful for the organization of the Church on that front. But if I had my choice, I would pick my actual family.
It finally came. On November 5, 2007 Andy received his job offer from the Department of Homeland Security. We have been waiting for this moment for over 10 months, so obviously it is a time to celebrate. It is, we hope, a long over-due to beginning to our adults lives. A chance at financial stability; an opportunity for Andy to provide for the family.
But I have long known that this would be a bitter-sweet time for me. There is the heartache of separation during the academy. The very night he received his job, I found myself lying in bed devestated. For the most part I have done ok, but then, the other day I was driving alone, and found myself suddenly sobbing. The sadness I feel sneaks in and surprises me more often, already, than I would have expected.
We have a whirlwind of events the next 3 weeks before he leaves. They are designed to give us great memories and fun times to get us through the separation both as a couple and as a family. And then, it is off to Yuma.
I have already been in corespondance with a woman from Yuma who just moved from here a few months ago. She is about my age, and, like me, has two small children. I am so excited at the potential of a friend there.
Some days I am eager to get away from everyone and just lives our own lives. But for the most part, I just wish we had ever been able to "live our own lives" (ie buy a house and establish ourselves) locally. Andy's family seems less effected by the move - of his two siblings, one is already out of state, and the other seems likely to move around the same time as us. But my family of six siblings are all here within 15 minutes of each other. We don't interrupt each other, but have the convenience of being able to help each other and also of being able to hang out with each other when we want to.
It is said (by some) that the Church is so wonderful outside of Utah because the ward becomes like your family. But that is just it - it is wonderful to have a ward family, but it is just a substitution for the real thing! I am happy to know that I won't be completely alone, and grateful for the organization of the Church on that front. But if I had my choice, I would pick my actual family.
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