I massaged my temples and closed my drooping weary eyes, hoping that I might be able to reduce my dishevelled appearance when I landed in Darwin. A four hour flight lay ahead of me (as a point of comparison, it took me four hours to get to Fiji from Sydney!). I hadn’t slept much all week and had been incredibly unproductive. Everything I should have been doing (ie. uni assignments) seemed to pale in comparison to the fact that I was seeing my husband come Wednesday afternoon. We’ve been apart for two months now; with phone calls thankfully, but no skype. I felt nervous and uneasy about everything and the excitement was there but the idea of seeing him felt surreal. I deal with him being away by keeping super busy and not dwelling on the fact he isn’t around so I sometimes struggle to snap out of that ‘need to soldier on’ and enjoy the fact that it’s not long to go. I get scared I will begin to miss him or know that there is more time apart to come.
It didn’t feel real until I got off the plane, spotted the hot army guy in green cams across the room and had him embrace me with the biggest hug. We are together again. I forgot how good his hugs are. The tiredness and assignments remain but I’m sure I will relax soon and get to the assignments later – ‘last-minute-Sally’. I had a grand tour of the base and we watched the sun set over the water. Here’s a few pictures from my trusty iPhone for you:
Do you have an army wife life: reuniting story too? I would love to hear it!
Amy Darcy
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