The first few months were odd having him here - in a good and weirdly difficult way. He was trying to adjust to civilian life while also adjusting to living with me and me with him. We went from spending max two months out of three years together and then just like that he was home. It was amazing, but also left me with some separation issues. Even to this day, if he is going to be away for a night, I bawl. How I can go three years apart to one night away and my world is ending is beyond me. For some reason even one night feels like he is leaving to go back. Worst feeling in the world.
After almost a year from when he came home and we moved into our first home together. We had been living with my parents which had its pros and cons. I miss the free rent, but the space was much needed. We love our new home. Once in a while we will look around and one of us will say, "I love our little family. I love our home." If we took anything away from the military it was appreciation. Appreciation for each other, for time, and for what's really important.
And so here we are. Living in our home still trying to figure life out. Trying to adjust to our life now, but the military is always in the back of our minds. If things get more difficult financially, he'll go back. If he can't find a stable job, he'll go back. If __________, he'll go back.
Still trying to figure it out.