Monday, March 12, 2012

Emotional Rollercoaster

Hello internet. We meet again. You can tell I've been spending entirely too much time on my iPhone when I type with reckless abandon and expect my multitude of errors to just magically correct themselves. Also, for some strange reason, I've been hitting the period key twice in hope that it will space my words for me. Oh technology! Why can't you yet read my mind?!

After weeding a bit and chopping down a devil bush

Framed key to our first home!


I must say these past couple months have been the biggest grab bag of emotions under the sun. We finally closed on our house, although nothing is ever as easy as it sounds. We moved out of Steve and Leah's in February, after nearly a month of living with them. As fun as they are and as much as Adam and I both love them, we owed them time together. After getting permission from some mystery property manager for an early release, we moved into our future home...still sans the whole "closing" business. (Side note: The term "short sale" is not named accordingly. Someone should change it to "You-have-time-to-have-grandchildren-while-you-wait-on-your-home sale".) After a ton of waiting, Adam and I closed on our house on Monday, March 5th. Since then, we've been trying to repair our fixer-upper as quickly as possible. So far we've renovated the laundry room, the kitchen (kind of), breakfast nook, and we're in the middle of redoing the living room.

Living Room - mid project. Let me tell you how much I hate wallpaper!

Breakfast Nook
 
Eventually we'll add art, cabinets and glass backsplash

Adam and I were trying to hurry the renovations because he departed on his first ever deployment today, exactly ONE week from closing! Ahh!

Adam left today for his SEVEN month deployment on the USS Porter. Luckily, I was able to tour the ship before it set sail and have an authentic Navy-style lunch. After experiencing these things, my level of appreciation increases. The quarters are tiny and the missions are never ending. What sacrifices these men and women have to make!! I made Adam a box of goodies to take with him and we had a whole week off together, which was beyond wonderful but the goodbyes we said today were some of the hardest things I've had to do thus far. I've tried to stay as strong as I possibly can but there's really nothing that can prepare someone for such a terrible heartache. Adam is my rock. He's my number one supporter, my biggest motivator and my best friend so I would be lying if I said I think these seven months will be easy. There's no doubt that it will get easier but that doesn't mean I have to start liking it. Thank goodness I have a handful of ladies here who are dealing with some of the same emotions. I'd be completely lost without them. As sad as I may be, my heart is swelling with pride for the courageous, loving and dedicated man I married. He makes sacrifices daily to provide for us and our furry kids and I couldn't be any more grateful. I am thankful and blessed beyond measure!

First night alone: Malbec, chocolate, a good book and my Adam-scented Navy Gator



As for tonight, I'm enjoying my wine. I bought  journal to record some of my more private thoughts (yes, some things are even to personal for the internet) and hope to look back on it a few deployments down the road and see hoe much I've grown. Hopefully Adam will be doing the same. Thank you for everyone who sent kind, thoughtful texts or made it a point to call me today. It makes things sting a little less. Remember to keep Adam and the rest of his battlegroup in your prayers. This is a new experience on both sides and ANY support is welcomed and appreciated. I'll be sure to keep everyone updated with the latest Adam-info as I get it. Go Navy!

On a lighter note, make sure you guys save our new address for Christmas cards, birthdays, road trips, etc!
The Peeples
1017 Chesterfield Terrace
Chesapeake, Va 23320

I'll try to keep the pictures coming. Currently, renovation has ceased due to lack of funds but hopefully we'll be back up after payday!

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