The last 24 hours of my life have been an endless string of hard goodbyes. And I'm NOT EVEN DONE YET.
What if everyone moves on in life without me? What if there's no Brittney sized hole left for me to squirm back into when I visit? What if the distance leads to emotional distance?
Yes. I'm having a bit of a meltdown.
Moving is hard. Do I regret my decision to join my soldier in Fort Sill? No. But do I regret that it's 13 hours away from my friends and my support system? A little bit!
Part of this process, I have learned, is allowing myself to feel the feelings as they come to me and let them go when it's time. So for tonight, I'm going to be sad. I'm going to dramatically sigh. I'm going to cry. I'm going to tell my fiancé that we are moving next door to my best friends and never leaving them ever again the second he's out of the Army. But on Saturday, some of my pain will be lessened when I see him again for the first time in a month.
But for now. I get to be pissed. So I'm going to go do that.
Sorry babe.