MilWife passing for Civilian
I consider myself a morning person. The Husband says he wouldn’t want to wake me with a 10 foot pole lest the beast be released, but I swear… that’s only waking up. I’m chipper as a bluebird once I’m awake. If I’m going to be productive at all in the day, it’s going to be in the morning when the sun is rising and bringing in warmth taken away in the night. I can also tell within 5 minutes of waking up if it’s going to be a bad brain day or not. This morning, I knew. I just knew that I was going to fail miserably at holding it together.
The Husband and I are headed to Omaha for the Air Show this weekend. Another couple is joining us because they haven’t ever been to a military air show and want an expert to show them around (The Husband isactually an expert… I’ll explain on Monday). Sweet! I get to immerse myself in the life I know and love for 2 whole days! Pure bliss is working it’s way through my blood right now.
I keep struggling to write about my life right now, put into words this strange feeling… as if I don’t belong. Moving here, I had grand ideas that this time in our lives (The Husband is going through a commissioning program) was going to be a blast. We’d actually see each other! I never thought I’d feel lost without my military family. No one prepares you for this when the Air Force sends you away to live as civilians for a couple years. They prepare you for everything else.
The Husband is definitely making a career out of the Air Force. A normal enlistment/commission “career” means the member qualifies for retirement after 20 years of active duty service. The years between 20 and 30 years are optional. The military won’t kick anyone out, but the members are at liberty to apply for retirement at any time. After 30 years, I’m pretty sure that unless the member is a General (highest ranking officers) the person will be forced to retire. The Husband plans on sticking around until he’s forced to retire.
Knowing The Husband wanted to make this a career, I buried myself in the lifestyle of a MilWife. Come to think of it, I didn’t bury myself in the lifestyle, I found myself. I miss the community and comerodery terribly.
Some days I wonder why I started writing for other people to read, days like today… I realize that there are wonderful people out there that treat me like a real human being and not some Crazy Military Type person. I’m me here. Plain and simple.