In order to keep everything somewhat recent and accurate, I'm starting this whole blogging thing with Joe's leave for Iraq in January. This was definitely a big step and challenge in our relationship. It's kind of one of those tests to see how strong of a couple we are. It's one thing to have a long distance relationship, but it's another thing to have the person you love in a war situation. You don't know what could happen in any minute. This was very hard for me to deal with at first. I didn't have a job, because I just finished my student teaching. I wasn't starting a new job for about another 2 weeks after he left. I don't think I've ever actually felt depressed til this point. I didn't do anything but sleep. It felt if I just slept away the days, he would be here sooner. I didn't eat much either. It was such a horrible situation. I didn't get back to normal until I started working again, and that got my mind off the situation a little more. It's hard going from talking to a person every day, and then speaking to them a few times a week.
We had to be up in Indy on January 1st since the going away ceremony was on the 2nd. It was at the RCA Dome. I held my composure the entire time until we actually got there, and he started taking his stuff into the assigned area. He came back and asked me a question.....then I just starting crying. I was so mad at myself for losing it. I didn't want it to be such a sad time, because I wanted to enjoy our last minutes together and be happy. When you see everyone else crying, it also doesn't help! He just held me until he had to go and kept telling me everything will be ok. I knew it would probably would be, but at that moment I was just thinking of everything bad that could happen. I took pictures of all the soldiers walking in and sitting with their unit. I could actually see Joe, which made me so excited. At least, I could still have him in my sight until it was time for them to leave.
After the ceremony, he called me. I didn't think he would be able to, but he talked to me until he absolutely had to go. He called me a couple more times on my ride back home and then I didn't hear from him until a couple days. He was stationed at Fort Stewart in GA. He was still in the states training, so I could talk to him still...just not as much. He would call me occasionally while I was at work and I would be able to talk to him. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but then again he wasn't overseas yet.
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