Last day of work

Yesterday was my last day of work, and I’m only a little bummed.  I met some really awesome people that I’m going to miss seeing everyday, but I had only worked there for a month and a half, so it’s hard to miss the job too much.  It was also just a regular retail job, so I never got very excited about it.  I did this type of job on school breaks during my undergrad and really liked it.  I had a real “grown up” job after I graduated and loved it too, but I went back to the part time, no-experience-necessary-type jobs because with DH being active duty, I could afford to focus on my grad school work more.  I was surprised at how much I disliked the hourly, retail job when I went back!  Not that I feel it’s beneath me (In this economy, I’m happy for any job.), but the mindless, no-skill-required nature was torture.  I’m used to focusing on bigger goals than this weekend’s sale.

I’m glad I did it though.  We only have one car, and for all intents and purposes I don’t drive, so I took the bus to work.  It was about a twenty minute walk to the bus stop, which was a little long, but I enjoyed the excercise and quite time to think.  Managing the commute helped me to feel independent on my own terms.  I wasn’t dependent upon DH to drop me off, although he often picked me up at night, and I wasn’t forced to drive and battle traffic.  True, a ten minute drive turned into an hour long bus ordeal, but that didn’t bother me.

I met people who I liked at work, which is an accomplishment for me as well.  I take shyness to a whole nother level.  Being social is still a skill that I’m working on, and since DH’s friends are not quite my taste, it’s hard to meet people and go out.  It’s something I’m working on, but it’s so hard and so slow.

To frustrate matters, the military doesn’t work on my timeline.  I know…gasp!  Shocking, right?  When DH leaves for training or deployments, it leaves me very isolated and lonely feeling.  Making sure I feel independent and that life goes on when we’re apart is a huge struggle.  Since he helps me a lot with my mental issues, I also feel like my only support is abandoning me.  I hate feeling rushed with anything that I’m not ready to do, and the military certainly isn’t helping with that.  But each time I can find my own path, even if it’s an hour long bus commute to four hours of retail work, I’m building my confidence.  I worry a shred less about being able to recreate a similar network in a new location.  I’ll catch up one bus fare at a time.

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Hello world!

Hello everyone,

This is the first of what I hope to be many (and consistent) posts.  The about page sums up what I hope to accomplish here and gives a little background info, so I’m not going to waste too much time on that now.  Quite frankly, I don’t have the time.  I’m in the process of moving.  If it sounds like I’m jumping in mid-stream, that’s how I feel.  Dear Husband (DH from here on out), is newly commissioned in the military, so he still has a lot of training to do before he’s officially “in.”  That being said, he’s prior enlisted, and when his training dates were over 10 months away from when he commissioned, he looked for a unit that would take him early.  Hence the first move of our military career halfway across the country last Thanksgiving.  We had ten days to quit our jobs, pack up, and drive over 3,000 miles.  So, to sum up, DH is working on active duty at a job that’s not his official one while he waits for the training for his real job to start.

We found an apartment and moved in, all over the holidays, and I found a job close by.  Then last week DH got new orders saying his training was pushed up to the first week in March.  Two and a half weeks notice to repack, re-quit another job, and drive back the direction we came from.  Two homes in two states in less than four months.  Oh I’m thrilled.  It’s not that I mind, it’s just so soon!  I was really starting to like the people I work with, starting to decorate, and filling up my cupboards again.  Arg.

Another reason I’m less than thrilled is that I’m kind of in limbo for the next nine months until DH is finished.  He has several training locations, so I don’t want to follow him and keep moving every few months.  I can’t quite go to our final duty station and wait for him just yet either.  My solution is to travel and family hop for awhile.  I’m not really looking forward to living out of suitcase for that long, but I have little choice right now.  To make matters worse I’m on the downhill side of my Masters degree.  I have to start working on my huge final thesis shortly.  That’s on top of my usual coursework.  I just seems daunting.  The degree is an online program, so I can travel without worrying about being physically present for class, but that doesn’t help me when I need to spend days upon days in a dusty archive researching.  (That’s actually a misnomer…I have worked in several archives before and they are far from dusty.  Because I’m such a nerd I needed to point that out.)

This is going to be no fun.  At least you get to start at the beginning with me. J