It's been a while. I've thought about this lonely blog a lot, thought about writing, thought about a lot of things. However, if I had written anything, it would have been out of bitterness and frustration, and I didn't want to do that. So I waited.
Today is December 16th. It's a little after 5 am, and dark outside. Because it's Thursday, Mustache Man is working late - read: making sure other grown men who live in the barracks have cleaned their rooms.
We went to Saint George, UT for Thanksgiving. It rocked my socks! It was great to see my family, and nice to get out of California for a little bit.
We took TAP classes (transition assistance program), and also went to the "class" for TMO/PPM (we're doing a personally procured move).
Our 6th wedding anniversary was on the 13th. Wow. 6 years. More on that later.
That's pretty much all that has happened in our little life here on Camp Pendleton.
Mustache Man has submitted for his terminal leave, and we get to make our exit on February 6th! That's about a month and a half from now. We're excited, anxious, and frustrated with all the time we seem to have in between now and the move. We're continually job searching, and while Mustache Man is on waiting lists for various departments, that's just it... waiting lists, and no solid job offers. YET. Today's an optimistic kind of day.