Day 3 of a long weekend and I’m trying to keep work out of my head. I’m on duty for the week starting tomorrow, but our duty isn’t so terrible (or at least haven’t been so far, there was that one weekend when everyone got called in for a wildfire, but that’s some exceptional circumstances). I just hate how much time I waste thinking about work instead of enjoying my time at home.
M has been doing better, between a scheduled increase in his meds and actually getting a therapist. He hasn’t had any more anxiety attacks, and he definitely has not passed out since a week ago last Wednesday.
Drama continues at M’s work. To the point where I’ve gotten pulled into it because they apparently cut a posting message for him. They seem to be wilfully ignoring the fact that we’re a service couple. I have a meeting with my trade rep to see what’s going on on my end. We have warmed up considerably to the possibility of a move. Things really changed for me when M went in for surgery in September and my local peeps ghosted me. I got more support from people in a different province than I did from my chosen family here. I know myself, my relationships don’t easily recover from things like this.
Still, we’re hoping to postpone the move until next year. We have work to do on the house (including the greenhouse omg what fucking timing) and M FINALLY got a frigging therapist he can’t move right now.
But I can’t stop looking at real estate now.
And thinking about living closer to J4. She’s one of the best people I know. When we met I was still hard-grieving dad, and her husband had been killed in Afghanistan. We bonded hard about the ugly stuff. We talked about the hard stuff. And we had plenty of fun and easy times where we could fully be ourselves. She is someone that I know gives a shit about her people just as much if not more than I do. After years of friendships with people who definitely don’t care about me as much as I care about them, it will be nice to be around that kind of genuine friendship.
If it wasn’t wildly bad timing, a move back home would be actually pretty awesome.
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