The Great White North

For real this time

There's been a lot of craziness since we last spoke. Buckle your seat belts. 

Soldier has been amazing. Seriously, incredibly, perfectly amazing. It's been a complete 180 and we're so in love it's gross. For me, it's always been him...and he just took a little longer to get there. And now we're basically diving in head first. 

He's been going through the process to become an air traffic controller, and a couple of weeks ago they sent the list of openings. There were about 15 on the list; he ranked them and sent his choices back the next day, and was told he'd get his placement in about 2 weeks. Our city was on there, so we figured it was a done deal. 

This past Tuesday, I was at his place and he suggested we go sit on the boat; I went to get a sweater and he beat me down there. I was climbing up onto the yacht and he told me he'd gotten an email that he was being sent to Alaska. I laughed; he was joking of course. Except that he wasn't. It took about 5 minutes before I was crying.
The whirlwind hasn't stopped. It's been a blur of planning, lists, telling family and friends and coworkers, being excited, and being really sad. I'm almost convinced I'm getting ulcers. I know I'm not getting ulcers. But this shit is stressful. Moving is bad enough, but moving to Alaska?! Oy.
Add to it that he's leaving a month before I am, so I'll be faced with trying to say goodbye and get the last of my affairs in order while part of me will be missing. (Yup, I've gotten that mushy. Gross.) 

I know, I'm being kind of whiny. But honestly, I wanted to go south! However, it is my own fault. When he got the list, I was quite crestfallen to see our city on there. I assumed we'd be stuck here, and I wanted to have an adventure and start our life together without everyone else dictating everything. Well, thanks, karma. I'm getting my damn adventure. 

So get your sweaters ready, kiddos. In October we're moving to Alaska!