I have a confession. . .
Brandon's Air Force recruiter called him on Thursday night and told him that May was a possibility. We immediately contacted Brandon's travel nursing recruiter and told him what was going on. The next morning, Brandon got an email from the AF recruiter that apparently meant May was a definite. . . we just didn't realize that's what it meant. I know, I know. It will take us awhile to pick up on all the military speak. Late that afternoon, Brandon called to touch base, and found out that yes May was a go.
On that second phone call, I was standing next to Brandon and could hear what his recruiter was saying. Keep in mind that we still didn't even realize that May was official. When his recruiter said, "Well, I have some news for you," we were expecting to hear about COT. Not, "We're sending you to the deeeeeep south" (okay, those weren't his actual words, but that's the way my brain heard them. In a scary ax-murderer kind of voice).
. . .
I sat down in the floor and cried.
Yes, that was ridiculous, and I did pull myself together and put on my big girl panties. But I was really disappointed. It's no secret how I feel about the south. I was raised there, but it's not me anymore. I'm not sure that it ever really was. Even as a kid, I felt more at home in Wyoming than I ever did in Arkansas. Mountains, snow, and wide open spaces are in my soul.
Deep south on the gulf? Not.so.much.
When Brandon hung up the phone, I said, "I would rather live in a hut in Africa." You think I'm joking, but I'm not.
But. . . I'm coming around.
I won't have mountains, but I'll have the ocean, which is my second favorite. I love the ocean. No, the gulf isn't California, but it's still a beach with dolphins, salty air, and white sand.
I've already connected with some other wives on base, and we found out today that an acquaintance of ours will be PCSing there in September.
We'll get the chance to visit places I've always wanted to see, like New Orleans (okay, all I really care about is getting some jambalaya, gumbo, and crabcakes, but still).
The base seems really great and supportive.
With the exception of Disney World, I have never been to the deep parts of the southeast. So maybe I've judged it unfairly.
The south is going to be my home for a few years, so I'm just going to embrace my old southern drawl and start making sweet tea again. I'll keep "all ya'll" posted on how it goes. ;)