When I began this blog, I was planning to move half way across the world. From the second that I touched down in Seoul until the moment I left, I blogged weekly if not daily. There was so much to see and do that it was almost impossible not to share it with my family and friends back home.
Since arriving in El Paso, my posts have been intermittent at best. The truth is that this year has been a struggle and I have not always known how I felt, let alone be able to make it coherent enough to put on paper.
On Friday, my husband finishes his contract with the U.S. Army. On Friday, we get our lives back. So why is it only now that I am capable of looking back on this year? Why am I only now able to say that I was completely lost over these past 15 months?
It took me forever to learn the acronyms and army slang. To develop a grasp on the lingo enough to understand what everyone was talking about. I have yet to be able to watch or hear about a deployment and not cry. I have yet to understand why I have been so emotional this year when normally I can keep it so under control. But there is something decidedly unique about adjusting to marriage when someone is all the while planning to take him away.
In the end, we lucked out. He didn't deploy, but no one walks away untouched. For a year we prepared for it. For a year, we were told he was going. I will never be able to explain how much that affects every memory and milestone in our first year of marriage. How much it makes you question everything you once thought you knew about your life and your priorities.
One of my favourite people in the entire world is bravely dealing with her husband's deployment as you read this. She is shaking her head because I used the word 'brave'. She doesn't claim the title. But she is. She is also surviving. She is dealing the best that she can. Sometimes, she is so far away, I do not know how to reach her. Other times, it seems as though little has changed. And the truth is, of course, in between. Nothing can prepare you for it, not even any one else's experience during it. I hope that she knows that I am always here and that I am sorry that my own struggle here has kept me from being as good a friend as she has always been.

