Archives for the month of: June, 2012

I am writing from my newly connected-to-the-internet computer! yippee!

I wanted to write about something else today, but after receiving some less-than-impressed comments on Lesson #27, I feel like I need to write this one.

Since starting this blog, I have received both lovely, and nasty comments. I’ve addressed the negative comments, told you I need a thicker skin (which I still haven’t gotten),and tried to defend myself. The main theme seems to be, ‘when you’ve been an Army wife for more than five minutes, then you can have a say’.

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again; I have never presented this blog as THE guide to Army wife life. The lessons are not ones I want to teach you, they are ones I have learnt myself. If someone benefits from reading this, that is great! But every single experience, whether it’s shared by a newbie like me, or a WAG who’s been in for 30 years, is going to be different. I’m not putting myself on their level either; of course they know more than me, I’m just trying to point out, that I am simply sharing my own experience, and just because it’s newer, doesn’t mean it is less valid. It’s a story, not a textbook.

Which brings me to what was actually supposed to be the point of this post (before I went off on a tangent, but I do that…frequently. hehe); you actually don’t have to remind me that I’m new to this! I know it may come as a surprise to some of you, but I am actually painfully aware of how ‘fresh’ I am to all of this. Everything, is new and different. I am faced with that ‘new girl’ feeling every single day, so don’t you worry, I’m not in danger of forgetting anytime soon. haha

That’s not to say that I am miserable though. I’m actually really enjoying learning everything, all of the new experiences, and the feeling of accomplishment when I can drive to the shops without a map! That is the point of this blog. To savour, and share the ‘newness’ of it all.

So the next time you want to say ‘when you’ve been an Army WAG for more than five minutes…’, remember that I already know that (plus, it’s been at least 20 minutes! hehe)

xxx

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yesterday I told you that I dropped SB at the airport for him to go field. That was kind of a lie (it just sounded better in the list – forgive me).

I actually just dropped him at work, and they were going to take him to the airport when they managed to book him a flight.

I’ll get back to that in a minute, but first a little story…

about a week before we left Brisbane, I got the renewal notice for my drivers licence. I checked the date on my licence and saw that it actually expired 26/06/12. “Plenty of time!” I thought; that was until I found out that SB was going field for 6ish weeks straight away. I needed my licence, and what if I couldn’t get it in time!..

This brings us back to the original point; I dropped SB off feeling EXTREMELY stressed and overwhelmed. He was leaving me in a place where I know no one, no where, and I potentially wouldn’t have a drivers licence. I managed to say goodbye without crying, and I watched him walk away with his GIANT pack.

…when I got home, there was a letter from Telstra, which just so happened to have my name and address at the top! “hazzah!”, I thought, “I’ll just go get this licence thing out of the way”. So off I went, navigating myself to the motor vehicle registration department (this is a big achievement since I HATE driving places I don’t know (which is, well, everywhere here)). After waiting for ages, in what I consider to be a circle of hell (transportation departments), I was finally called. I filled out the paperwork, even the section asking for the expiry date of my current licence; but it wasn’t until the counter chick pointed it out, that I realised that my licence expired TODAY! I had had a dyslexic moment and replaced the 1 in 21st with a 6 from June. Hahaha oops! so thank goodness I decided to just get it out of the way yesterday!

the end…of that story…

It was about the time that I was signing the back of my new NT licence, that I got a text from SB saying that he may not be going today after all. So I waited to hear from him…

I had wrapped my head around him leaving. I had started to plan what I was going to do with my time, I had given myself a pep talk, I had made peace with him leaving,and I had sucked it up.

When his plans suddenly changed and he was coming home, my plans had to change and all of my pep-talked courage (for lack of a better word) kind of got put on hold. I was ready, but now I have to wait some more (which, I know, I know, is a big part of Army life).

I don’t want you to think that I had to like slap myself to stop the hysterics either, haha. I know, and accept that being apart is a huge part of military life. I knew that, and accepted that before SB even put in his first application with them; when he asked me “what would you think about me joining the Army?”.

It is because I know, and accept that these exercises are extremely important for his career, safety, and even happiness that I am disappointed when it falls through.

Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for my bonus day, who doesn’t want more time with their soldier? I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining, I hope that that is clear.

having said that…here’s hoping that he gets to go tomorrow, the next day, or the next day after that. Don’t want that GIANT pack to go to waste! Hehe

Thoughts?

…did you miss me?

what a CRAZY few weeks it has been! I will give you a summary, in dot points (it may be boring)…

  • packed up
  • SB came home
  • said goodbyes
  • dropped Lando at the dog-sitters
  • got in the car
  • saw my best friend in Biloela : )
  • drove
  • drove
  • drove
  • drove
  • drove
  • arrived in Darwin
  • chilled by the pool at our resort while SB went to work
  • saw our house
  • arranged electricity, internet, phone, spouse ID’s, etc
  • found out that SB was going field
  • checked out what Darwin has to offer in the way of shopping (very little)
  • checked out some restaurants (since our hotel room didn’t have a kitchen)
  • moved into our house
  • unpacked
  • unpacked
  • unpacked
  • SB packed for field
  • picked up Lando from the airport
  • dropped SB at the airport

now I am sitting here dealing with licence and university dramas…

my question to you, which I’ll go into more later, is how do you make friends/meet people, especially when you don’t have kids or a job? your tips?

until next time…

…DHA doesn’t seem to take SB’s work schedule into account.

Due to my silence as of late, some of you may be wondering if we were in a horrific roo vs car accident, or perhaps (to get in the Darwin spirit) eaten by dingoes.

Fortunately no such fate befell us, and I am sitting in a lovely hotel room, updating you on our journey…

It was boring. It was long. It was scary (at times). It was unhygenic (I now realise that I am a major princess when it comes to accomodation.

But we survived.

Being in a new place, away from everyone and everything that you know is scary. I feel very overwhelmed, lonely, and nervous about what’s to come…

…but…

…this isn’t the first time I have felt this way, and at least the circumstances this time are a bit better; so I know that this feeling will end, and this will become our home, and we will be happy here.

I will try and blog, but it will be sporatic until we get the net set up in our new house; which, by the way, we just went and had a look at! It’s nothing flash, but it’s still way more than we could have hoped for in this stage of our lives. I feel very blessed, and I’m really looking forward to the beautiful life we will build and share there!

until next time…

xxx

Our Internet issues are still going strong. If you’re unfamiliar with the drama, go check it out…starting here, then here. Are you all sick of hearing about this yet? Hehe

So this weekend, the plot thickened… I went to see my lovely step-sister who works at telstra. She said she would check for us because sometimes what they say on the phone is wrong…

So we went in and she checked the address…sure enough, the big, ugly word unavailable came up.

Disapointed…very disapointed.

So we knew that the next step was going to be to call dha and ask them to unlock our preference so we can pick a new house. I stressed all weekend, SB was telling me that they’d be annoyed and get mad, so I was pretty stressed by the time I called this morning…

She was lovely 🙂

She said she wasn’t sure why it wasn’t available because they aren’t aware of a problem in that area, but that it was no problem at all if we wanted to check out other houses.

So thats the plan…my fantastic sis is going to run all of the addresses and hopefully we can put this drama behind us (and I can stop boring you with these internet stories, haha).

I’ve learnt a HUGE lesson in all of this though; Army Wife Lesson #27 is don’t rush to pick a house…find out things like the internet availability FIRST.

(i’m writing this outside, on my ipad while the mover man packs up my house…i feel bad that i’m not helping, but i’d probably just get in the way. Lol)

Until next time…

SB is home! we’re dealing with the readjustment period, packing, and now major housing drama…but it will all get done…i hope. hehe

here are some snaps of what’s going on here lately…

love having gear littering my floor…it means he’s home

boxes boxes everywhere…

you’d think the large suitcase would be mine…but it isn’t, lol

so we’re hitting the road soon, I’ll try and post, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to.

xxx