Joining the Air Force

I'm glad we are living here now. I like living here. Steve likes living here. No, Steve loves living here. I think it may all be a waste of time.

He is trying to get into the Air Force again. He's given up in the past because I've changed my mind. We don't do major changes in our lives unless we are both on board, and I kept changing my mind. Honestly, I still don't want him to join, but I'm going to support him.

I've written before about how I don't want to be a military wife, and the main reason is that I don't want to be separated from him. Having civilian jobs pretty much guarantees he'll be home every night. Being in the military pretty much guarantees deployments. Of course, there's also the beginning stages like basic training, and tech. school.

I'm pretty sure I can handle basic by myself here in Utah, but if I can't go with him to tech. school... I may just have to go home to my parents for that time. Or maybe my grandparents. I bet they'd like that. Hmmm... I'll have to think on that when the time comes.

We have talked about it a lot, and since I'm still uncomfortable with him being in the military, he's going to do 4 years. If it's not working for us after that time, then he'll get out. 4 years is a long time though. That's just a year shorter than our entire relationship, and it seems like such a long time. It seems like I've known my husband forever, and so 4 years also seems like forever.

Thankfully, Steve has to lose 20 pounds in order to join. If he really set his mind to it, he could do it in a snap. I'm having a hard time getting him to work out though. I am pushing him because it's the next stage in our life, and I hate waiting. Part of me is glad that it will take a little longer than it probably should because it's more time for us together. I'm not ready for it to happen tomorrow, but I am ready for it to happen soon.