He’s snoring in his rack right now, I know it.
After months of general madness and preparation, my fiance Edward is finally at Navy RTC. And I’m meeting him there in early July.
I guess then it would not be prudent to explain what is going on here~
My (then-boyfriend) Edward decided to enlist in the US Navy in January of this year, and we had planned that wherever he is based at we could get married, live on base together, and I could finish school . Not even a week later, I was denied access to registering at my college.. and lost my job. Good grief. After much deliberation, I did the only thing I knew that would keep me close to my husband, give me a chance for a stable career/training, and an education: I found myself a recruiter and signed myself up.
You can probably imagine the look on his (and both of our families’ faces) when I told them I was going Active Duty for the Navy, dear reader.
I certainly don’t mind any of this, in fact, I’m even excited; it’s just the thought of trying to get through several very important life events that usually go over the span of a decade in a few months… and doing so smoothly is what has me so worried. But I consider myself lucky- I qualified for the exact job that I wanted (after 5 visits to MEPS, terrible place it is), and Edward has years of previous experience in the job that he chose, too. It’s a small blessing, but certainly a good start.
So now, back to the present.
He arrived at Navy RTC at about 3:45pm yesterday, and I’ve been holding it all in together until I just opened my email to see that my future mother-in-law had sent me pics of his going away party last saturday, especially those of him proposing. I didn’t cry (okay, not hard) but it’s so crappy to think that even though I’ll be seeing him in less than a month, we can’t even touch each other. I’m not going to try to start making out with him (sexy, sexy man that he is), but I’m afraid if we even merely brush shoulders in church on sunday we’ll get the stinkeye.
Oh, and did I add that we are required to tell command that we’re engaged? I see things getting a little awkward from there.. and quickly escalating. Yay. But I guess awkward is okay- I can work with awkward.
Now, dear reader, I am off to go watch Pulp Fiction with a bowl overflowing with Special K. Yeah Buddy.
