Right now, James is only only going into work a few hours a day to get some redeployment** stuff done, like getting up to date on medical stuff (he hasn't been to the dentist in over a year, etc) and making sure the guys in his platoon are on track too.
It's been mostly blissful. I won't deny that there have been a couple difficulties in the transition. When I imagined James coming home, I pictured me sleeping restfully in his arms, no longer worried about his safety. Well, James snores. Something that I seemed to forget about when I was just wishing he was home. So while it's true he's home safe now, I wouldn't call my sleep totally "restful." He is still going in to work pretty early, so I do actually get a really nice nap between about 6am and 8:30-ish when I wake up.
Is it different than before the deployment? Maybe a little. It's hard to say so far. We are still kind of in the honeymoon phase and it still feels like vacation instead of real life. James is pretty much the same guy I married, maybe just a little older and wiser from the year away. He talks a little bit about what happened and what it was like over there, but not a lot. I think he's mostly happy to be home.
In stark contrast to pretty much the whole deployment, the last 12 days have flown by. I have run exactly 1 time in those 12 days. Oops. Once things settle down into more of a routine or this honeymoon phase wears off a little, I'll have to find a race to train for.
|We had to live a week or so without furniture. It was like camping. Kind of.|
I feel behind in blogging too. We are renting a house. It's a itty bitty house, but it has a garage and a backyard and it's the first time we've lived in a house together. We got a dog. Well.. kind of. It's a long story that I will have to tell for another post. Just pray for me that we get to keep her. Also, I got a job offer. Actually two different job offers. A official one and an unofficial one. So now I've got the official one on hold while I'm trying to figure out what is going on with the other one. It's a little crazy.
I feel like I'm already starting to forget how hard the deployment was. Kind of like how if marathoners really remembered the physical pain they went through, they wouldn't ever do another one. I don't think we really remember pain that well. I do remember it enough that I pray daily for the ladies I know that are still going through it, and for the safety of their soldiers. I haven't forgotten you ladies! Hang in there.
**Redeployment= coming home from deployment, even though "re" deployment makes it sound like they are being deployed again.