While I was in Iowa for my most recent visit, people said things like, “He’s been gone quite a while. He’ll be back anytime now, right?” or “Your husband should be getting home soon, isn’t he?”
Without fail, I always responded with the same rehearsed smile an a “Nope, not even halfway.”
As we approach the halfway point of deployment, it seems all anyone wants to talk about is the eventual homecoming. Friends, family and fellow military spouses are all talking about how great it will be when they get back. Even my husband would rather spend our time talking about an eventual vacation upon his return than the here and now. I, on the other hand, don’t want to talk about it at all.
I’d rather focus on getting through the day than even glance up at the 187, or whatever it is, we have left to go. That’s how serious I am about this. I’ve stopped counting the days. And though my husband would prefer me to spend my spare time writing up an excel spreadsheet on what we can expect to spend on our vacation, I spend it instead with my nose in a book, just wishing the time would go by faster.
Don’t get me wrong here. On the day my husband returns, I’ll be every bit as excited as any other. But now, six months out, it’s hard for me to see that far ahead. I guess I’m emotionally nearsighted while others seem to be more farsighted.
Without fail, I always responded with the same rehearsed smile an a “Nope, not even halfway.”
As we approach the halfway point of deployment, it seems all anyone wants to talk about is the eventual homecoming. Friends, family and fellow military spouses are all talking about how great it will be when they get back. Even my husband would rather spend our time talking about an eventual vacation upon his return than the here and now. I, on the other hand, don’t want to talk about it at all.
I’d rather focus on getting through the day than even glance up at the 187, or whatever it is, we have left to go. That’s how serious I am about this. I’ve stopped counting the days. And though my husband would prefer me to spend my spare time writing up an excel spreadsheet on what we can expect to spend on our vacation, I spend it instead with my nose in a book, just wishing the time would go by faster.
Don’t get me wrong here. On the day my husband returns, I’ll be every bit as excited as any other. But now, six months out, it’s hard for me to see that far ahead. I guess I’m emotionally nearsighted while others seem to be more farsighted.