Interesting Transitions.

Before this current trip to super-secret-Army-land, I thought that Ranger Man and I were getting to be pros at the TDY thing. Little did I know how different this TDY would be.

Being here, in our home waiting for him to come back has made this experience completely and utterly different than before. I'm not going to get into it too much right now (mostly because I don't want to bring myself down!), but there was something interesting that happened last night.

Talking to Ranger Man via webcam last night, I was commenting on how we've still got a while before he comes back. So then, naturally knowing that there is a long weekend coming up, I looked up plane fares from here to there for that long weekend- and it was surprisingly low.

So we talked about it, Ranger Man determined (as the one who would be footing the bill) that it would probably be worth it. At first glance I agreed. Heck, it was my idea. But then the more I thought about the logistics it would take to get me there, and how it would only be a couple days and it just seemed like a lot of money for just a couple days when we don't have a dining room table yet. Or a TV. Or bath mats for the bathroom.

This is the first time that I've had the opportunity to fly across the country to see him that it hasn't been the only opportunity I can see for the foreseeable future.

Let me try to rephrase that so it makes more sense: All last year it felt like if there's an opportunity to spend time with each other, we better take it because we don't know when the next will be. This time I know when he's coming home (home to me!), I know how long he's going to be here, and I know where he's going after that. I know that if I take all that time, energy and money to fly out there in a couple weeks, it won't be that much longer before he'll be flying the other direction back to me and he'll be here for a month. As a sidenote: seriously, a whole month. It's going to be awesome.

The more all of those realizations came, the less it seemed worth it to fly out there for Labor Day. It's not that I don't want to see him- because I really do, but I don't want to say good bye to him again, it just feels easier to plow through, with that end date in sight and just keep going. It was a completely different experience than I've had before... Does that mean we're transitioning into some different aspect of Army couple-hood?