Experience Thursday. Work and Seperation.

So I know that I won’t have time tomorrow to post something so me being all sneaky and organized I’m going to post it today! Eat that time management!


This week (since last Thursday) has been a hurricane of emotions. Work is great it really is. I am doing the things that I enjoy and the 8 hour days don’t seem that long. I am lucky to have the job I do. There wasn’t to much that happened this week. Kinda the same as last week. I take a lot of pictures, type up all the rather dry bits of information that are important but make me want to cry sometimes. I almost had a post I’ve written up on our social media but I missed the mark. Again. So I am going to completely re-write it. But at the very least it is experience. Which in the long run my friends, is invaluable. And the people I work with make it all the better. The sales guys are fantastic and unbelievably helpful when I ask a billion questions about 12 different trailers. No, this is not a huge promotion. I actually really appreciate the fact that they know the trailers so well because I sure as hell don’t. But with the amount of information I type up on a daily basis I may soon know more than them! I am thankful for how steady and distracting work can be. My boy, lets call him… … … Hal. After Hal Moore. Its a movie reference. If you want to check it out that would be pretty cool. Its this awesome movie at the Americans in Vietnam and the mission that actually used the call broken arrow. All of my military will be explained in the movie, We Were Soldiers.


Anyway! He is heading off to BC soon for training and well RMC is very busy right now with graduation. Even though Hal is only in 3rd year he is required to help out a lot. This on top of my job on top of him getting ready to leave means that I don’t get to see him much or really hear from him. That is really hard. I only have 12 days left with him in the same time zone as me and I want to use all the time I can to see him and make the memories that will be my companion while he is gone. I love him and I know this is what he wants and it will make him happy to leave and to be in BC but that doesn’t mean it will be any easier for me. On my way to work I drive by RMC. It is a beautiful school, especially this time of year. Graduation for them is a huge deal and rightfully so it is a huge commitment. The flags are up and the grass is mowed and it scares me. I have one year exactly before my whole world changes. Its a weird feeling. It calms me that he has to come back to finish school but at the same time I only have one year. 365 days and by the time he gets home it will be less than 300. Less than 300. That isn’t a lot when you think about it.

Members of the Royal Military College of Canada graduation class march on the parade square at the college in Kingston, Ont. on Friday May 18, 2012. SPEC/Lars

Dating him is hard. I love him very much but it isn’t easy. You have to be your own person because they will cancel plans when you really count on them to be there. It hurts and you want so desperately to be mad but you can’t because at the end of the day its not their fault either. They eventually make it up to you but its all time and dating military you don’t have the luxury of time. But you grow together and you get stronger and the cancelled plans soon roll of your back because they will always happen. The ever looming goodbye is hard and it will be hard but I will get through it because what other choice do I have right? Anyway congrats to the Class of 2015. You guys did it. You made it.


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