Tag Archives: change

The Real Deal

29 Aug

On 15 August, I drove away from Michigan.  Again.

I drove back to work for a meeting.  Then  I flew back to MI for another meeting and back to VA/DC again.   Ugh.  Work travel.

This whole living in limbo thing is killing me.  I checked out of my “old” job last Friday and into my “new” job Monday [it’s all relative as I’ve been working my new job since April].

Thing is, I’m living in the homes of other people or on the empty floor of my vacant house.  I’ve been dealing with all of that.

5 September my house becomes occupied by strangers.  It’s sad.

It’s all sad.  I’m happy for the change.  New job.  New locale.  Outside the Beltway, outside the insanity [but not outside the political pressures of my program], but that’s ok.  It’s all different.  It’s good.  It’s bad.  It’s just sad, in some and many ways.

So, I’m working [through the “transition” and the drama].  I’m grieving the move, my friends, but mostly my mom… still somehow.

That’s me.

I travel back to MI on Friday, but the being “home” is short-lived.  After a week home, I’m back on the road.  For work.  For school.  For work.  Non-stop.  The good with the bad.

Just busy trying to deal, stay afloat and live.

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The Beginning

10 Jul

When my husband told me I would need to go to “wife school” because Navy policy changed, I laughed out loud.  We’ve been married for over a year and now I need to go to school to learn how to be obedient his wife?  I guess they expect some decorum out of the wife of a Commanding Officer.

I knew I might have made a mistake marrying a Naval Officer my life was about to change.

With this next duty station, my identity will shift.  I will lose some of my individuality.  A whole group of people will identify me as my husband’s spouse, a Navy wife.

Aside from adorning my car or clothing with annoying Navy Wife logos, I didn’t know what that meant. [I have not done that by the way].  So I did what everyone else does when they don’t know an answer.  I googled it.

The amount of information on the subject is overwhelming.  Much as is this new responsibility, on top of all my other ones.  So I’ve decided to chronicle it.

Welcome to my journey as a Navy Wife.  As a COW, a Commanding Officer’s Wife.  Yes, that’s one of those jewels I learned from the internet. Such a wonderful term of endearment.