Bittersweet

First, I should update you all on the smelly trunk situation. Yeah, Arielle, it didn't go full circle, so I sprayed it with lysol and then drove around with the windows down while I had that compartment to the trunk open through the backseat. All better now.

Also, I seem to be having popcorn for breakfast.

In other news, Joe got a placement in Airborne school and has to be there a week from today. Hooah. I am excited to be moving forward, but I guess the fact that I'm going back to live in a house that isn't mine with my parents doesn't feel like I am moving forward. By that, I am extremely grateful to them for having me, as I am to all who have housed me in the last year. See - just that statement alone - I'm ready to be in my OWN place and to be able to tell people (at 24 years old) something other than 'I live with my parents' and 'I don't work anymore.' What a loser, huh?

Further, leaving Joe is going to suck. That's probably the most bittersweet part of moving on and one that I'm not entirely in touch with right now. I suspect it will hit me on the drive home. In the last 11 months - seriously, the anniversary of our original separation is today, but anyway, in the last 11 months, this is the most time we've been able to spend together. I don't see him much during the days that he has to be on base, but I do get to see him in the evening - see, touch, feel him and that can make all the difference. Now we'll go another couple months of just phone talking (no visits to airborne or RIP allowed), which is further complicated by the fact Joe does not currently know the location of his phone. Mmm hmm.

And so I'm leaving on Monday to beat it back to Missouri to see my sister while she's there. I really hope we get stationed in Georgia, because then I'll be fairly close to her. Actually, she'll be the family member we live closest to if that's the case, and while she's busy as hell, I'm hopeful we'd be able to see each other occasionally. But anyway. Yep, back to Missouri. There is a lot of sorting, packing, and discarding to do, so I'll have that going on. I can also get my fat can (as my mother would say) back to the gym. OH, and I can RECYCLE again. Christ, I've become so good about that sort of thing that being here where they only recycle newspaper, aluminum, and magazines has been painful. Throwing away glass, plastic, steel, cardboard, scrap paper, etc just doesn't FEEL right.

Well, this post is rambling all over the place, so I'm gonna wrap it up. Hehehe. Anyway. One last thing - Karl never did come back. (Pause for sadness). BUT. Wendy got a new cat - he's a little gray tabby with stripes/dots like that of a jaguar. He looks badass but still isn't used to being out of his little cage. In fact, I'm going to go check on him now. His name is PETE!!!!