Our First Deployment

So, I am completely slacking. It has been 2 months since my last post. Although I'm almost certain no one is actually reading this. As of right now life is pretty much sucking. Sorry for the lack of eloquence but in all honesty that is the best way to describe it. T.J deployed on Friday and since then I have been a huge wreck. As much as I want to be viewed as a strong girl, I need a support system and my main support is now overseas. I cried 3 times before I made it to class, twice in the morning and once in the car. I hold his tags and say a prayer for him every morning. God are you listening? Please keep him safe over there. Why is this so hard? It is only day 3 and I am a wreck. Hopefully this will ease up and I will stop worrying. I will be sending my first letters and package very soon. I am pretty worried that it will not make it there, I guess we are going to have try to find out, yeah? Last I heard he was at some Air Force Base at some country outside of Russia living the high life. Food 24 hours a day mixed in with workout sessions and video games. Sounds great to me. The tough stuff is coming soon though and I know he is in the prayers of friends and family. I even went as far as to put his name on the Prayer Roll at the Newport Beach Temple (Summer kindly showed me how and programmed the number in my phone). So, hopefully all the prayer and good energy equates to the love of my life coming home in one piece. 7 months and counting down!

You'll be hearing more from me, promise.


Much Love,
Delainey

What to do?

There are way to many thoughts in my head and not enough time or energy to get them out. Right now too many things are happening at once and I feel like exploding. The one person I wish to see the most and the one who I love the most, is training in the middle of the desert, with no cell service. It is amazing how much you realize you need a person until they are gone. I am falling apart. I, in no way, condone running away from ones problems, but currently I feel like it is the only solution I have. Is it time to pack my things and leave all the trash behind?

Am I really starting a Blog?

Is this really happening? Am I really starting a blog?

This all came about, oddly enough, from school. In order for our Student Government (Saddleback College) to become more transparent we have all decided to advertise our vision, goals and overall thoughts on a blog, for all to see. I decided, while trying to post the other blog, maybe it would be beneficial, fun and even therapeutic to write down my own thoughts, and maybe let others read them too. I have never been much of a journal person. Through the years I have started many and once gotten as far as 2 consecutive months into journaling, but quite honestly it wasn't my thing. But now my computer is always attached to my hip so midis well take advantage of this wonderful Internet right? Currently I am in a great place in my life. I am in my second year of college, where I serve as the President of Student Government, I have a wonderful and loving boyfriend, who is currently in the Navy, a steady job (which is a blessing these days) and a solid life plan that will hopefully be fufilled. Life is great now though I know there will be some instances where my optimism will not prevail. Some things will be tough but having an outlet for my thoughts will really help. Well, I am ready.

This is really happening. I am really starting a blog.