As some of you already know, the boys and I are headed back to the states soon. This has brought about a lot of excitement, but also a lot of anxiety and stress. On an emotional scale of one to Rob Ford I feel like I'm somewhere between this girl and Brittany Spears circa 2007. (So, like, a nine?) International moves are already complicated, but an international move handled by the military is basically a corn maze designed by Gary Busey.
You will never get out.
It's not all bad, though. We're taking advantage of whatever time we have left here, aware that we will probably never see Okinawa again once we leave. Aware that we will never get this back, what we have here. The time together without a lot of outside influences or interruptions. I complain that it's an isolating environment, but it's also a sheltering one, and that will be a hard thing to lose.