That is just the frame of my story, it is missing a important part of my story: my husband, Kerry.
When I was home for Christmas break during college, I met the man who would later become my husband. I had a myspace message from a guy who wanted to hang out while I was home. I had went to the same high school as him, but we never really met. My mom convinced me that I needed to get out of the house and hang out with him. We went out almost every night that last week of Christmas vacation. I started classes back and we spent as much time together as we could. It wasn't long before I realized I was falling hard for him; a whole lot quicker than what I was wanting to. I think I had him worried we were going to end our relationship early, I was just scared to have such strong feeling so quickly. We were engaged within nine months.
Moving to Memphis was a big decision for us, Kerry was staying in Alabama while I was going to be in Tennessee. A few months after I was in Memphis, Kerry was laid off work. Kerry spent a lot of time coming to visit me and we were glad to have so much time together. The following spring, Kerry had still not been called back for work. We had talked about him joining the military, but that was an idea that I wasn't fond of. I am selfish and I couldn't imagine having to share my fiance with the government. One day I came home from work and he told me he had to stay downtown the next time for MEPS... I was really confused, but then he explained everything to me. Honestly I was kind of hurt to begin with, this was a big decision to make without me, but what can I say, I love him and I'll always support him.
Let's just say that our world got quite hectic for a while once he joined the Air Force. We made it through the separation of basic training and tech school, and settling in at our first duty station in South Dakota. I love my husband and I am extremely proud of him. Being a military wife is an emotional roller coaster, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.