I slept terribly last night. The limbo of knowing we have to leave but don’t have anywhere to go—it was getting to me. What if the slate didn’t come out at all this week? How close could we shave it? Would we even have 30 days’ notice to get out of our housing contract?
The wait is over—we are headed west to San Diego for several months of training, then on to Hawaii in 2017!
I have dreamed of this moment. No literally, three times this week I dreamed the slate came out. And now it has.
The possibility of a pit stop for training in Pensacola to be determined next week. Or the week after. Or the week after that. Oh, Navy life.
Kiss kiss to the Navy! Today, I love you!!