I’ve been a Marine Corps wife for a little over a year now and have been surprised to find that I love it.  I’m looking forward to all the places I’ll get to live, all the times I’ll get to set up an entirely new house and all the people I’ll have the opportunity to get to know.  I can’t imagine a lifestyle I would love more than this.  Of course, I reserve the right to change my mind after we go through the first deployment, but I think I’ll handle that as well as anything else.  After all, I won’t be the first or the last wife to go through it, and I’ll be surrounded by women who are experiencing the same thing or have already been there.  

We made our third military move ten months after the second one.  We are now living outside of Pensacola, Florida, while my husband is in flight school.  The move went spectacularly well for us.  Friends of ours, however, had to deal with numerous difficulties.  Some had to wait weeks for their household goods to reach them at their new homes and one couple even had the movers start moving in things that weren’t theirs.  I know my turn is coming and one of these days I’m going to want to pull my hair out in frustration when things don’t go according to plan. When that day comes my husband will very likely say to me, “Semper Gumby” with a “What can you do?” grin on his face and I’ll be forced to take my own advice and submit to the will and whim of our beloved Corps.