The Eagle has landed

He's home. I am so, so relieved and so ready to be a family again.

Parallel Universe

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder what's happening in that other parallel universe when he's living. Now that I'm wondering this from Germany instead of California like I was last time doesn't seem to make me feel any closer to his world. It's 2:42 am right now, so he must be sleeping but I'm still curious about the smell and temperature of the air he's breathing in. I wonder what might have happened today or what conversations he had that made a part of him grow or change perspectives. There are so many things that I will never know about, so many conversations about the small details of our parallel lives I know will never be recounted. The collective weight of the significance of these many seperately experienced moments wakes me up in the middle of the night.

Another Tour

I feel bad that I never posted about him coming home, especially since he's already leaving again. I think somewhere inside I knew that homecoming is only a temporary state when you are married to a soldier.

We moved to Germany shortly after he returned from Iraq. We've been here since December and loving living in our cute town off post. We have had a chance to travel and enjoy the world. I found a job and my son made friends at school. I love being in Europe!

My husband is in a unit which affords him some great training opportunities--which means that since we've arrived in Germany, he's been away at times. The last training took him back to the states for three months. His first day back at work, they told him he'd be deploying to Afghanistan in a matter of weeks.

So he's back, but really, he's gone again and here I am again.