Packing up more boxes to ship home... It's easier than hauling it all back on the train to Germany, or on the plane trip back to the States. It's emotionally draining packing up a year of memories from Europe, and trying not to get overwhelmed as I watch my life go out the door in cardboard packages.
How am I supposed to be able to say "see you later" to my favorite person in the world and go 5,000 miles away? I feel like I'm being torn in two. It breaks my heart. But if I'm ever going to be an Army wife someday, I have to be tough, and I'm not very good at it. I wish he was going with me.
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