My husband had orders to being recruiting school in January of 2012. I was still in graduate school and would not be graduating until May of that same year, so my husband requested later orders. We were hoping for the April class, since I would be done with school the same time he was. But as all things go, he received orders for the July class. Ugh. Worst timing possible. I work in schools and since most schools begin in September, the end of his class fell right when I would be needing to start work. Boo. But I accepted it and went about my merry way. I was a little excited for our first PCS (permanent change of stations) and my first time living some place new.
Then April came and my husband called me from work. He was supposed to check in to recruiting school that day and was considered UA! Ah! After he got it all sorted out, they would not let him into the April class and was again reassigned for the July class...or so we thought.
A few weeks later, I received another call from my husband while he was at work. His orders for the recruiting class were cancelled. I was so upset. I had prepared myself for this change, for this move away from San Diego, for our first adventure as a married couple. It was a hard weekend to say the least. I had built up so much anticipation and excitement, it was hard for me to let go of the fact that I would not be moving. Poor me, stuck in America's finest city and my hometown. I had so much to be grateful for - I could stay close to my family and friends, save money from San Diego's generous BAH (Basic Allowance for Housing), start looking for an internship...I didn't care though, I was mad. I got over it in a few days. I began to accept that things happen for a reason...until this happened.
A few weeks after this, I get a text from my husband, "I got orders for the July class." I honestly thought he was messing with me. He was not. They were legit orders. So that brings us to now. He will start class on Tuesday. And as long as nothing goes wrong and he doesn't fail, we will definitely be leaving San Diego in a few shorts months.
He turned in all his gear last week. And is now getting all the signatures he needs to sign out of his unit. We are preparing his uniforms (which are not cheap, I might add!) and I am going through the house preparing things for a ginormous yard sale I plan to have before we move.
I am a little weary about recruiting duty. Most people tell me it's miserable. My husband says there is a 90% divorce rate on recruiting duty (we all know this is not scientific, but still it's not positive!). So things are looking pretty good in my book...not! Even my therapist said that she has counseled couples after recruiting duty and she said it was really hard! Thanks a lot therapist! NOT HELPFUL! Despite everyone's negative outlook on recruiting, I am hoping it's not that bad. I hope we can move, I can find an internship and a job, Brandon is super awesome at recruiting and gets promoted and we live happily ever after.
So welcome to my adventure...let's hope that the hard times aren't that hard, and even if they are, I hope I can laugh about how miserable I am.
This is us. Gini and Brandon.
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