OK, so my last post was apparently a little more doom and gloom than I actually feel since two of ya'll thought I was curled up fetal style rocking myself and another thought my post meant I would be happier in CA.
Neither is true. I am just feeling the difference between a military town and my hometown. I never really thought it'd be that big of a deal. But it is. It's weird living "civilian" again without a commissary, without a Marine checking your ID to go grocery shopping, without the exchange, without a barber shop on every corner and a used car lot across the street...lol.
I am happy here. I LOVE being near my family and this is such a gorgeous city and Madelyn and I are finding our routine and our place. Weekends and time with family is awesome, but both my parents and my inlaws work...plus my daugther needs some interaction with somebody at least close to her age. Therefore her mommy needs to learn how to function as a civilian mom among other civilian moms.
I guess what is the most different is making friends. On base I automatically have one HUGE thing in common with every woman there...I am a military spouse. Now? Not so much, I have to talk to wives to find out what we have in common and none of my opening lines or small chat is relevant. I can't open with "Who's your husband with?" or chat about different duty stations or the exchange.
Tomorrow we're to story time again and then another one on Tuesday and next week we're gonna check out a little gym and another playgroup. Don't worry, I'm not rocking in a corner...just trying to get my footing on a little common ground with some potential friends.
On a fantabulous note...Chris will be home on Thursday for a few days! I am so happy to see him, he is my best friend and I love him so much!