One Week and Counting

I hate to say it but I'm really looking forward to getting out of here. More specifically, I can't wait to go a couple of weeks without internet access. I'm really just going to relish cutting ties with the 50 emails I feel obligated to read daily and with everyone constantly bombarding me with questions - most of which I don't have an answer to thus creating more work for me.

I guess what I'm most looking forward to most is having time to reinvent myself. Deployments are really great for getting back in routines and I have quite a few goals in mind (lose 20 lbs., study for the GMAT, learn spanish, learn piano...ok, the last ones a stretch). I'm sure most people would read this and think, really, while your deployed? I'll admit, I never thought, and I'd hoped I'd never be, that person who would rather be deployed than in in the Army stateside, but here it is - I'm saying it:

I would rather be deployed than here.

Of course, once things start to sink in I'm sure I will be biting my tongue. I say this now only after getting my second "Well-Woman's" exam in two weeks (I'll let you use your imagination here) which took 5 hours to get due to delays at the clinic and then working until 6 PM only to return home to spend the rest of the night packing all my earthly belongings into a 10x20 storage container. In a few weeks, I'm sure I'll be crying in my pillow, saying "what the hell was I thinking", but for now I'm going to try to look on the bright side. I only have a few days left here and I would like to keep from having a total meltdown.

And as always, tomorrow's another day and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm down to 12 months and after that, I refuse to be a glutton for punishment anymore. I've already got my resignation typed and saved to my computer, waiting for the moment for it to be printed and dropped squarely on my commander's desk for his approval. Until then, I will most likely keep bitching to myself on this blog. Sigh.