eurochuck.

I have so many HAPPY things I wanted to write about (my bridal shower last weekend being the main one) but they are going to have to wait another day or so. Right now my focus is on the life changing piece of news I got just a couple of hours ago from gene.

In this very second I'm thankful for this little blog app on my phone. I'm lying here I'm bed and can't sleep because I'm just in so much shock. I'd call my friends to talk, but it's 1:30 in the morning, and I wouldn't want someone waking me up all hysterical and shit...

Anyway, turns out that gene has gotten orders to move to a base in England, and since we're getting married and all in, oh, 24 days, this obviously means that I'LL be moving to England, too. They are only giving us five months notice, so I'm already stressing about things like getting our things there (gene says the AF takes care of all of that), finding some sort of decent job, being so far away from my family, (okay, I'm stressing mostly about getting the dogs to England, since generally I know it typically takes 6 months to complete the requirements, and so we are technically already behind....)

Don't I already sound THRILLED!?!?!? (that's laced with HEAVY sarcasm, for those of you who don't know how much I love to use sarcasm....i find that it doesn't always translate well when typed, so I try to point it out when I can...Of course, I prefer to deliver my sarcasm-filled quips in person, cause I have great sarcastic tones and facial expressions...to make a long story short, you're really missing out by not actually hearing me say these things...but I digress.....)

Where was I? Oh, yeah...Europe.....I love Europe. I got to spend a large part of the summer backpacking all over the place when I was 19, and I thought it was incredible....however, I'm not just overjoyed about this move because it sort of interrupts my life plan (finishing school), which is something I've been working very hard on for the last couple of years. It's also pretty terrifying to think that I'll be in a foreign country (mom said "at least they speak English there!") with no family, no friends, no job (though I'm sure that part won't last terribly long).....and it's already scary enough to me that I'm about to be someones wife-now I'm going to be someones new wife, in a strange new place, with no friends and no nearby family and NO SEPHORA (really, England? You don't have SEPHORA?!?!?).

Gene is ecstatic about this move. Me? Not so much. I like being close to my family, and as much as I bitch about Cabot, it's my cozy little corner of the world where I feel relatively safe. Moving across an ocean is scary as hell to me - I mean, I moved to Orlando and hardly left the house except to go to work or to the mall because I was so terrified of getting lost an never finding my way home! Now you want me to live in a place where I'm expected to drive on the wrong side of the road? Calling it an adjustment is quite the understatement. Yes, I've always said i would someday like to live in Europe. SOMEDAY =
when I'm done with the crap I'd already started here in America. Way to come hard with the Bad timing, you order-giving jerks!

This isn't a two week vacation, or a summer with a backpack, getting drunk, seeing sites and sleeping in hostels. Nope! This is a 3 (or more) YEAR stint in jolly ol' England. Hey, don't just EASE me into the life of a military wife...no...just throw me right in!!!!! What? Were all the bases in...I dunno, AMERICA, completely full? Thanks, air force.

I'm sure this will all be one great big adventure, but for now, I'm just gonna sulk about it.

Cheerio, dammit!


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