Things are stressful and I’ve been incubating. J. attends a hiring conference in a couple of weeks that may determine the course of our life after Army. No pressure or anything.
I’m tired. Pooped. Anxious. A little depressed. And the house looks like this everywhere:
It’s a tough thing, this transition. I never thought I’d become so attached to the Army. But we’ve dedicated blood, sweat, and tears for the last six years – we’ve endured some of the toughest years in recent Army history. And the thought of leaving…it’s actually a little too painful to verbalize right now. Maybe later.