Today marks six months of living in D.C. Here are the top ten reasons why I know I have been away from Wisconsin for way to long:
10. The monuments no longer make me go "Wow!"
9. The last time I drove past a farm I actually admitted to MISSING that smell.
8. I no longer have the phone number to my local pizza place memorized.
7. The cheese platter at dinner two nights ago was the first REAL cheese I've eaten in months.
6. I no longer make eye contact, smile, or say hi to people I don't know.
5. I know how to navigate the city.
4. I drive like a mad man.
3. I pack snacks just in case we get stuck in traffic.
2. I yell at the tourist for being stupid.
1. IT'S BEEN HALF A YEAR!!!!
I often look back at the first week after J.R. was injured. I was still back in Wisconsin waiting to meet him stateside. I had no idea how much to pack, and what climate to pack for. I would never have guessed that six months from now we would still be away from home. To think... I had to buy new summer clothes here because most of them were still sitting at home. I would love to send my heavy sweaters and long sleeved shirts home, but with my luck things will not proceed as planned and I'll wind up buying a new winter wardrobe as well. I miss my apartment.
I also stumbled across this article today. I cannot explain all of the feelings I have about the return of our soldiers. I am excited for the families to be reunited. I am thankful that the soldiers are safe. I am also a little jealous. For months I played through my head what it would be like to stand in that room and wait for J.R. to walk through the door. I could see the flags and the smiles of the people in the room. I would think about that first hug I would get from J.R. But our family along with thousands of others didn't get that reunion.
I hate the people that destroyed our "happy ending." I try to convince myself that even with one arm, four fingers, and nerve damage to deal with we still have a better life than they do. We have more comforts, more opportunities, and better health. But knowing we have fuller lives then them still doesn't stop the want to hurt them as much as they hurt my family.
I know that the return of J.R.'s unit will be a very emotional one. These men have seen a lot. They have had to put a friend in a body bag, bandage their severely wounded comrade, and deal with being away from home for almost two years. To hug them and thank them for being there for my husband will truly be a wonderful feeling. Hurry home.