Traveling Trama

I leave Saturday.


Clearly, I'm having trouble processing this fact. I guess it's just hard to believe James' time in Arizona is drawing to a close so soon. Before he left in May it seemed that four months was an interminable amount of time, almost to the end of forever. Now I'm shocked that it's already almost October again. Where did the year go? More specifically, what happened to Summer? At the start of the season I felt I had plenty of time to get things done, visit friends, accept the fact that I'm moving to Texas. Now all I can think is 'What the hell have I been doing all this time?!'

To be fair, you have to factor in time spent moving out of my apartment, a visit to Walker, a weekend with Matt, two trips to Arizona, and an Alaskan cruise. Oh, and let's not forget all those days spent in a huddle of pathetic misery because my husband (God, that still sounds weird, doesn't it? I have a husband!) was four states and three time zones away.

But to quit wallowing and return to my original point... Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah. I'm moving. To Texas. Christ.

Saturday I fly up to Arizona for the last time. James graduates from training (apparently the government no longer permits me to publish his actual job title anywhere in reference to his name, go figure) on Thursday. We should be in San Antonio by Friday night and house hunting with our Remax guy by Saturday. We'll be back in Fort Myers on the 10th for two weeks before we leave for good.

Look at me go. I'm faced with cold, hard, unadulterated facts. And yet I still can't believe it's real and going to happen. So soon. And still, I'm forced to accept the inevitability of reality: I signed myself up to be a Military Spouse and hope against hope, wish against wish, it's going to happen.