This is how Chris and I have made the majority of our long distance relationship work. When he was in Pullman, I flew standby to go see him. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, but it averaged out to about one trip per month. Now that I'm in Berkeley, it's been a lot of the same. Last weekend, I went through all those emotions just to get home for three days. While flying standby has helped my control-freakedness, it's being in a relationship with a Marine that has really put me in my place (AKA: the back seat). Recently, I've been learning to let things go. That may mean sharing my concepts for movies with a friend, or letting my coworkers eat half my Girl Scout cookies. But much more importantly, it meant saying goodbye to a certain Marine officer for an undetermined amount of time.
Now, don't be fooled by the melodramatic-ness of that statement. We are still completely happy and still 100% together. It's just that now, he is at The Basic School (TBS) for Marine officers in Quantico, Virginia. For those of you who have non-military lives, let me break it down for you. For the past two summers, Chris has attended a 6-week program called Officer Candidacy School (OCS). The program physically and mentally tests men and women who are interested in becoming Marine officers. If the candidates pass the tests (because everything they do is scored and ranked), then they are given the option to commission. A commissioning is the formal initiation into the Marines as an officer. There is no going back after that's done. After that, the now-officer goes to TBS for 7 months where they are again tested, but this time it's to decide their Military Occupational Specialty (MOS). For normal people, this translates to their career. At TBS the better you perform, the better chance you get the MOS you want because the top of the class gets first pick. When I learned this my inner Berkeley student freaked out. Could you imagine if there were limited spots in your major and you had to be the mental, academic, and physical cream of the crop to ensure a spot? (PS: This is pretty much how I understand military things: just translate everything to my situation.) After being assigned their MOS, they report for MORE training depending on what they get. For example, if assigned Human Intelligence, he would be assigned 2 months of sniper school and X months of another school, etc etc. I haven't listened well enough to understand that part yet. Maybe in another month or so, I'll have it down and explain it to you. Anyways, so as you can imagine, TBS is a super stressful time for the officers.
Chris reports for TBS on March 8th and last Wednesday, we had a bitter goodbye in between poor jokes and half smiles. But, our situation is a tiny speck in comparison to the thousands of families and girlfriends who have a loved one deployed. To further lighten our predicament, I will be interning in D.C. this summer. (D.C. is about an hour train ride away from Quantico.) It seems like just when we think our long distance relationship won't work, some sort of opportunity opens up. Just like we've been able to use our flight benefits to see each other, we will also be living generally close this summer. This makes me eternally grateful for every opportunity, be it a cross-country internship program, an extra seat on the airplane, or the 30 hours of free time he gets per week. I can't control everything, but some things are worth the chaos.
I don't know how long we'll be apart.
I don't know if we'll have time to see each other this summer.
I don't know when we will talk or text.
I don't know what MOS he will get.
I don't know if this will work.
But I know he's worth it.
In the mean time, please excuse any melancholic Eeyore moments I may have in the coming months. Your words of encouragement will be much appreciated.
This is the last picture we took: Enjoy it as much as I do :)
PS: Like the new hair? :P