At this moment I’m sitting in a Starbucks on Travis AFB. I’ve been here since Sunday, trying to get on a “space available” flight to see my beloved.
I’m not having any luck.
I’m getting on a plane today, heading back to Florida.
Six months that’s what’s left of his tour.
I’ve not been on an AFB for any real amount of time since we left Las Vegas. I’d forgotten what all the uniforms were like. I mean, in the last seven years I’ve barely seen my own husband in uniform.
I’m sad. Fighting tears. I have a manuscript that needs revising but I can’t seem to concentrate on it.
I’m tired and a little emotional.