Hiding under the covers

If you know me in real life, or on facebook, then you know that the Marine Corps has decided to rip me away from my beautiful, wonderful, even tempered climate of Southern California.  I knew it was coming, but and we had a little advance warning, but when budget stuff started getting crazy and Chris was nominated for a new job here in CA, I allowed myself to believe that it wasn't going to happen.  I made plans, I had high hopes for this summer - a summer not filled with work-ups or deployment - I just knew we were gonna be here one more summer.  My bubble was burst less than 30 days ago and today, there are movers at my house packing my stuff.  Yeah.  So not only did I lose my summer of plans, I lost any amount of time to do anything other than hide under the covers.

This is weird for me, I am usually ready for a move, ready for an adventure, ready for whatever the Marine Corps throws at us.  This time, I want to throw it back and pick again.  It's not that I don't want to move...eventually, I just don't want to do it right now.  Give me 4 more months and I'll be good.  Move me to VA in the middle of fall and I will be so excited the movers wouldn't be able to pack fast enough.

I have so much I want to say to those that we are leaving whom I love so dearly but I can't.  Not right now, not yet, not today.

So that's where I've been, hiding under the covers and I think some random guy is about to pack them in a box so I should probably find a new hiding spot now.