It Would be Easier if They Told Us

My Marine sometimes thinks I know stuff or I was born knowing.  Well, I have news for you pal, we do not.  All his years in the Marines have turned him into thinking that everybody is like him or lives in his same circumstances.  I once read a "don't tread your Marine as a civilian" (I may have changed that a bit).  Well, nothing more true than that.  My days of getting mad for not getting a call when he said he was going to, or not knowing from him in days are gone...who? me? I would not tolerate that! yes, that was the old me.

Im just saying WE NEED TRAINING TOO.  The same way they go on bootcamp we should go to, haha at last a: DON'T LOOSE YOUR MIND CAMP.  There are a lot of things I've learned on a web, by reading from other girls, things that I then ask him and he clarifies but I think to myself: gee, you could of told me that and save me tons of angriness, despair and concern.  For example, while he was deployed I asked him: is it true that while on deployment you could go on a mission for weeks and that  you could be uncommunicated? he looked to the skies and said: yes baby.  What in the heavens?! that would be good to know you know? if your man is on deployment you would certainly want to know THAT was a possibility.

Now every time something is going to happen: he is taking a leave, he is driving to a new school, whatever, I tell him: baby, give me training.  Meaning: give me some of your minutes and walk me through this, tell me what is going to happen, for how long I could not hear from you, can I write or call...that kind of stuff.

And even though, I always feel unprepared :(

Next Station: Camp Lejeune

Since my baby is in the Marines there isn't a real possibility for him to move with me to where I am.  I wasn't very clear on that (go figures) but we had that talk and due to some variables I would be the one moving to where he is.  He was about to end his period at his current base so now he would have to choose were to go next.  Choosing didn't mean getting it, but if available and he was needed there he could get it. He told me the possibilities and I chose as follows: Hawaii (of course), Japan and if none of the above, North Carolina.

Well, we got NC :( noooooo!!!! I mean, there is nothing wrong with NC, I love cowboys and all haha but this was my train of thought: I'm from an Island in the Caribbean and after being for 3 years in a city in Europe where the nearest beach is 4 hours away Hawaii sounded pretty good.  Also, there was the language variable.  My Marine had been based in Hawaii before and I can't believe how was he there for 3 years and did not learn the language!  Japan: well, I'm an industrial engineer so getting to work in Japan where all the revolutionary principles of my career where born, what can I say? And once again, a new language. 

Well, instead we got Camp Lejeune, which my Marine doesn't love particularly because he says there are too many Marines in one place, like the amount is not proportional to the civilian population and of course, his biggest fear: "Marines hit on your woman".  For my part, I had to asked some basic questions that would determine my move: are there malls? Is there a Starbucks? are there good clubs? haha the answer was yes, so, I'm in!!!  I'm kidding, regardless of what he said I want to be with him, so those would not be a condition for me to move...but it would make my life easier since he could be away for long and then...me, alone, nothing to do; so good the answer was a yes.

I think is a good thing NC, with so many Marines there it would be the best place to learn all the stuff needed and fast.  There are too many things I have to learn about him and what he does.  Is like I have to learn what takes years in months.  

Not the Corps fault...this time

My Marine is stationed in the States and I am studying in Europe.  He was supposed to visit me after his deployment but for a certain sum of unfortunate events he couldn't.  There was no way for us to see each other until mid 2013.  But suddenly a miracle happened: he asked me how soon should he tell me for me to travel and see him.  Imagine the explosion of emotions I felt, my face was getting hotter than a coffee pot and my hands were shaking. Anyways I faked it wasn't the big deal and answered timidly that I would need a month in advance, so I could get a good rate on the ticket. So, he said what if I tell you we can see each other in January? And that was it, end of workday (still 3 more hours to go haha).

I checked the tickets, it was doable!  I was feeling so many emotions, I was going to see my man, the moment I have been waiting all this time was finally here, less than 15 days away. The possibility of being in his arms, to cuddle, kiss...the moment I've been dreaming forever (it seems now) was about to happen.  I had no time, I had to arrange things at work, beginning to do the bags (yes, right now!), OMG I needed some new clothe (and some sexy undies), cut my hair, probably go to the aesthetics for a facial...yes!!!!

My world collapsed when he asked: didn't you have to renew your visa?  All I wanted to do was disappear.  My excitement didn't let me think beyond the obvious, what does a person need to travel? an air ticket...well, not in this world.  Long story short I couldn't travel, there was no way I was able to obtain a permission from the government to leave the country on time to see him.  I felt small, without power...how could this happen? a moment when we both could see each other and I waisted it, we couldn't see each other because of me and only me.  Not a deployment, not the school, not the Corps...me.  

He said it was short notice and that he understood, but no, I am the one that understands now; next time a plan gets canceled I wont complain, just re plan...hey, it could be because of me...again.