At this moment I’m sitting in a Starbucks on Travis AFB. I’ve been here since Sunday, trying to get on a “space available” flight to see my beloved.
I’m not having any luck.
I’m getting on a plane today, heading back to Florida.
Six months that’s what’s left of his tour.
I’ve not been on an AFB for any real amount of time since we left Las Vegas. I’d forgotten what all the uniforms were like. I mean, in the last seven years I’ve barely seen my own husband in uniform.
I’m sad. Fighting tears. I have a manuscript that needs revising but I can’t seem to concentrate on it.
I’m tired and a little emotional.
Nicole Olea’s love language is communication. She does this best using her keyboard as a freelance copywriter and editor. Creative and resilient with high-level experience in social media management, content creation, and eCommerce marketing, Nicole Olea was a professional volunteer, sharing her skills with various non-profit organizations who paid her in hugs. For the last 20 years, she’s lived a quasi-nomadic life, moving across the country and the Atlantic with her active-duty husband and their three kids. She’s awkwardly stumbling toward her goal of becoming a saint. She’s got God-sized dreams and wants you to have them too!
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