We're still on hold for housing, and still too broke to send me home. As things stand, whenever I make it back I'm staying until November 30th, and then making what I've come to think of as "the big move." I have hit a point at which I don't really care what happens next so long as something happens. I want to either be back home in the states or in a home that's mine. I am beyond tired of camping out in other people's homes here. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. It's just...I want to be surrounded by OUR things. I want to make us dinner without feeling like I'm intruding in someone else's kitchen. It's exhausting, being a guest for this long.
However, there are some upsides to the situation. It's giving Kyle and I much-needed time to readjust to each other. We're rediscovering how we fit: learning how to live together without stepping on each other's toes, and figuring out what we enjoy doing together. In all honesty, most of our time together back home was spent with friends and family, and while we've been apart, we've learned to live alone. We have a very limited number of hobbies and activities that we can both agree on, but the count is growing steadily, if slowly.
Still, sometimes I feel like we have accomplished so little in these past months. We were supposed to have been married and in our own home with a plan to get me back stateside in under a month. His unforgiving and annoying schedule proved that to be impossible, and now almost an entire summer has passed by and things STILL aren't underway. I have to constantly remind myself that a few months isn't as long as it sounds like. Shortly we'll be un-stuck from this in-between place, and the frustration will not be anything more than a dim memory. Until then, I feel like banging my head against a wall (that isn't mine).
I mean seriously? Is it so hard for the Army to approve our paperwork and get us in a home? It isn't like housing is limited. Half the buildings here are nearly vacant!
I don't think this post (or my mindset) has one set emotion/point. It's all a mess of newly-wed happiness, homeless frustration, and impatience. Here's to hoping your summer has been more productive than mine, at that autumn brings more welcomed changes.