So it's been one month since C left for the Air Force. He has a year of training across the U.S. in which I can't go with him. One extremely painful decision we had to make was to find new homes for Stella and Grumpy. I selfishly wanted to keep them, but knew that I wouldn't be home enough to give them the lifestyle they were used to when C was still here. I am also downsizing and therefore won't have a yard for them to run in anymore. Along with many other reasons, the best thing for them was to find new homes. Saying goodbye to my very-much-loved pets was awful. They are both with amazing people, so I have nothing to be sad about. It was harder before they both left just anticipating the actual day of the goodbye. Now I am just getting used to life without them and C. So far I am doing really well, but I'm not promising a few crazy moments here and there. I'll get to see C in March, and hopefully again in June. Things in the military constantly change (I'm learning), so I don't really count on anything until it is actually happening.
In light of Valentine's Day, one really cool thing about being separated from C is that he can only call me once a week (if he's lucky) and we can write letters back and forth. Some of you are probably thinking...why in the hell does she think that is cool? But there aren't many circumstances in this day and age where you are limited to actual snail mail and a couple minutes of phone usage per week. As much as I miss C, having this experience and tangible letters in his handwriting for the rest my life is a pretty cool thing.