Hurry up and . . . wait

I’ve seen this phrase several places to describe how things work in the navy, and let me tell you I feel like I’m stuck in the waiting game right now. We’re kind of in this really weird transition period, part of me wants to enjoy every last moment in Oregon and spend time with people and the other half of me just wants to get out of here and move on to the next thing!  My practice has slowed down as I’m preparing to close it, and D’s work is pretty chill at the recruiting office so it’s been nice to have time to relax but we also have so many unknowns and stressful things coming up, it doesn’t feel too relaxing!  We know when we need to be in Florida, but don’t have an exact moving date yet (because its not up to us).  And the control freak part of me is slightly (okay, VERY) freaked out by the fact that in a month we’ll be driving across the country to move into our new . . . hotel room.  I’m trying not to think about how crazy those days are going to be trying to find a house (and build a new practice/find a job at the same time??).  I’m soooo excited for D to start flight school and get further down the path to where he wants to be, but the reality of the sacrifices a military wife has to make are starting to hit me.  While I’m trying to remain hopeful about starting a new practice in Florida and being able to be as successful there as I’ve been here, it’s also really scary having to say goodbye to my dream job and head back into the unknown.

Thank goodness for faith.  We’ve accomplished much harder things, and I trust that everything will work out in the end. For now all I need is a lot of patience and keeping this image in my mind:

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I heart Oregon.

I think it’s finally starting to hit me that we’re moving soon.  Don’t get me wrong, I am about 90% super excited about it.  But I’m starting to have the realization that the other 10% is really not so excited, it’s actually pretty nervous and sad.  Not to sound like a horrible person, but it’s not the idea of leaving people that I’m sad about – don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of people here that I care about and will miss, but I’ve moved around a lot in my life and know that even though I can’t see people face to face anymore, it doesn’t mean my relationships end.  I still have so much love in my heart for friends and family I haven’t seen in weeks, days, and years.  I also know that there will also be amazing people wherever I go.  Relationships are something I can take with me.  But I’m feeling sad about some of the things that I can’t.

My private practice.  Having a practice of my own was the end goal, the dream job.  To think that I did it in my twenties is crazy to me!  I’m not sure I can describe what it feels like to take absolutely nothing and create a living for yourself.  It’s pretty awesome.  And I love working with couples.  It is tough, but not the “I hate my job” kind of tough, it’s the “I’m doing an incredibly hard but awesome thing” tough.

Food.  One of my favorite things about exploring new places is finding delicious places to eat, and Portland of course has not let me down.  Waffle Window, Por que no tacos, Screen Door, Salt&Straw, Mother’s (yes I know, Portlandia snobs, that these are cliche places but theres a reason they are cliche – they’re DELICIOUS).  Also I’m really trying hard not to think about how I won’t be able to have a Burgerville Chocolate Hazelnut shake next January.

Donuts.  Yes, they deserve a category all on their own.  If you want a donut, fly to Portland now.  Don’t discriminate.  There is not such thing as a bad donut.  There is such a thing as a not good donut, but not a bad one.

Nature.  I’m no tree hugger.  Chop those babies up and build some apartments if it means my rent will go down. (K, I really did get mad when they chopped the trees down in front of my house, but I think they put something in the water here.  It also makes you want to buy a Prius).  I really do love the green and the mountains here, though.  And Oregon really has some of the most beautiful sunsets.

Roses.  Also deserve their own category.  I absolutely loved growing roses in my garden in our house.  They are tricky and require special care, but at the same time are super easy to grow here.  And the Rose Garden here has to be one of my favorite places on earth.  It also smells like heaven.

The weather.  Wait, what am I saying?  This summer has been sooo HOT – for Portland. Which means a mere 24 days in the 90s.  And it barely rained this winter!  Also the world stops when it even sort-of snows, which I love.  Even though I was terrified of moving to this rainy place, I will admit that Oregon is wonderfully mild.

Trips to Seattle, Vancouver, the coast, the mountains. Some of my favorite memories of living here are actually getting away from here.

Sadly I probably won’t even realize everything I’ll miss until its gone.  I’m going to try to savor it all for the next few months and trust that soon I’ll have a long list of things I love about Florida.

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Going public!

I’ve decided to open the blog up to the public!  Why?  Because other blogs have been lifesavers for me in learning about military life and feeling connected to a military community while living far far away from any real in the flesh Navy wives.  I hope that this blog is helpful to anyone going through the Navy/OCS/military wife experience.  I’m pretty dang new at this myself but I’ll continue to share what I learn as I go along.  Feel free to comment with any suggestions or questions, or email us at flyingwiththenavy@gmail.com!

It’s all over folks

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Actually what I really mean is -it’s just begun.  D is now an officer in the United States Navy!  I had such a wonderful time in Rhode Island for his graduation and am so incredibly proud of him!   The weekend was great, I’m really glad I got to stay on base so I got to see D during the bits and spurts of his ever-changing schedule.  I arrived Wednesday and we were able to go to a local baseball game together – our first date in 3 months!  Thursday morning I had a class for new spouses and it was great getting to know some of the fellow wives/girlfriends.  D’s parents and nephews arrived that afternoon and we had a reception at the Officer’s club where I got to meet some more of D’s classmates and their families, his class officers, and his drill intructor.  Super early on Friday morning we got to watch a demonstration of their PT workouts and then his commissioning ceremony was in the afternoon. Luckily the ceremony wasn’t too long since we were sweltering in the heat, and I’m also thankful I had my Mary Poppins bag packed with an umbrella for shade, a small fan, water bottles, binoculars, camera with telephoto lens, sunglasses, and even yes, a selfie stick.  We had a great time exploring Newport and Boston, sailboating, and eating lots of ice cream with D’s family.

We were pretty stoked to come home to Portland, but let me tell you – reintegration: the struggle is real.  We have been stuffing ourselves with all sorts of yummy food and spending lots of time together, but it is no easy task going from living on your own to living with a man again (it is also no easy task going from living in military barracks to regular life with your spouse).  Oh and thanks Portland for the 100 degree weather, that always makes everything easier.  D has to cook his own food again.  No one is telling him what to do with his many hours of freedom.  I emote on a regular basis, something not allowed at OCS. There is a mess in the house that did not come from me.    And at the same time, someone neatly makes the bed every morning.  WEIRD.  Things are starting to feel normal again, but it is also just crazy that we’re actually in the military.  Sure, D joined the Navy months ago, but up until him coming home my life hasn’t changed too much other than him being gone.  Now it’s for real.  I have a military ID.  My husband puts on camouflage and combat boots every morning before he goes to work.  I have to figure out the hundreds of different systems it takes to complete a single task (like scheduling a move) when the government is in charge.  And in a few short months I will pack away my stuff, my business, and start the next decade of going where the Navy tells us to go and doing what the Navy tells us to do.  And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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