The Husband just PCS'd to North Carolina. He re-enlisted in January and is lat-moving to Crew Chief in the Air Wing. We're pretty sure they PCS'd him as a cost cutting measure so that when he did start school, they wouldn't have to pay per diems, seps pay, extra money for food, hotels and car rentals, etc. This would be pretty much confirmed if he received orders to his schools not long after checking in.
Well, guess what? The day we've been
not so patiently waiting for is here. He will be starting his school this Friday.
I'm thrilled because it means that we're that much closer to him moving on to his new job and finally receiving his bonus.
I'm bummed because this means he'll be missing my graduation and I'll be missing his. I've never been to any of his graduations. Boot camp, SOI, water survival, and now I'll miss him getting his wings pinned on. I've also been absent for every single promotion and it's looking like that will be the case for his next one, as well. And since we now know that he's there for school, there's a very good chance that he will be PCS'd to a new duty station as soon as he graduates which also puts my plans to finally actually live with my husband back on hold.
I know it's apart of the territory, but I'm having a really hard time being okay with that. I'm really resisting the urge to stomp my feet and throw a tantrum. At this point, I'm just trying really hard to be grateful that he has a school seat. Mostly because I'm sick of only being able to see the bad side (because that's generally what sticks out to me most of all) and a little because I know this will end eventually.
It'll work out, I know that.
Such is this life!