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Do you ever get the feeling something is crawling on you? Like right now, I wrote that, and you probably felt some little twinge somewhere on your body.  Or I could be really mean and say, right now, in your home, is an insect that will touch you at some point this week. Just lying in wait. Uncomfortable yet? Welcome to my weekend.

I was sitting on my couch watching TV and cruising through Pinterest, the kiddo was in bed, husband off doing whatever he does, I don’t know I’m not his keeper. Wait… Anyway, I had just got into that perfect butt crevice on the couch so I didn’t have to move for the next hour or so when I felt a flick in my hair. Now normally that doesn’t bother me. My hair is long and it has a mind of it’s own. I swear one day I’ll wake up and it will be trying to suffocate me. And when I run I look like this:
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So I don’t normally notice when my hair flops onto my shoulder, but this time… something was different. I quickly flicked my hair back over my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye saw a dark spot travel right down into my cleavage. Then the creepy crawly feeling happened and I realized something was trapped, running circles in my sports bra. If you’re any sort of busty gal who wears a sports bra, you know sometimes you almost resort to greasing yourself out of those things. I jumped up from the couch squirming around, thanking God my blinds were closed, trying to rip off my shirt and bra while what I assumed was a spider was wreaking havoc in my… cushy spots. I probably looked insane. I wasn’t making a sound for fear of waking up the toddler tornado and having to explain to him why mommy is topless in the living room.

SO just to recap, I am spinning in circles, huffing and puffing, stuck halfway out of my shirt and a sports bra stuck halfway over my head. One of Satan’s hell hounds in the form of an insect is still running all over me, probably laughing. Finally I resort to punching and smacking myself to smash it against my own skin, which I realize is a terrible idea after the fact. But huzzah! The crawling has stopped. Tiny evil laughter has been silenced. Then I see it. You are no spider. You are a COCKROACH. A cockroach just tried to murder me. Okay maybe not homicide, but still, he attacked me. And now he was in tiny pieces all over my… cushy spots. Almost 4 years of diaper changing and I’ve never used so many baby wipes.

So why share this story on Military Monday on the ol’ blog? Well because it has everything to do with adjusting to this new place. We didn’t really have cockroaches on Camp Pendleton, we had large flying ones in Okinawa that I usually killed with boots or trapped in cup prisons, but the North Carolina breed are apparently sick, twisted, creepy little jerks. They wait until you’re comfortable and surprise you from behind, making sure to embarrass you as much as possible. One morning I’m going to stumble out of bed, walk to my mirror, and have one on my upper lip posing as a moustache. I’m telling you, NC cockroaches make it their final mission to make a fool of you before they die. In Okinawa it was geckos, and before that on Pendleton it was basically all of God’s creatures. There’s always going to be differences between stations, even if it’s something as silly as what pests you have to deal with.  You’re always going to have to overcome them, whether it’s not making friends as easy as you thought, or having a battle royale against little invaders.

In my almost 26 years of life, I’ve overcome a lot. So I know in my heart that anything this new place throws at me, I’ll be able to get over it. Right now it’s simple things like the 3 hour time difference between here and home, dealing with the cold weather & rain, not being able to pick out color palettes for rooms, etc. I just smile at myself, knowing I may act funny immediately, but in the end I’ll be smarter and know how to handle similar situations I may encounter down the road.

Maybe not attack cockroaches, but I hope you understand my point.

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When you’re a small child, a monster can be anything you fear; something underneath your bed, dentists, the dark, your floor turning to lava… anything. That imaginative sense of monsters carries over to your adult life to something much more realistic, now you deal with different kinds of monsters. I don’t generally go with the “woe is me” crowd simply because we’re  a military family. I honestly don’t think we have it off any worse than the average American family at this point. I might change my tune had my husband been deployed more, but I’m one of the lucky Marine wives who’s gotten to keep her husband at her side for most of our marriage. I mean, life is no walk in the park, I assure you. I did just spend 3 years in a country I knew nothing about, thousands of miles from the only place I’ve called home and all of our family. And now, after all of the changes I went through personally during that time, I’m having to start all over again. Still thousands of miles away mind you, but at least on the same continent. Enter: PCSing.

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This is our new home for the next few years. On a coast I’ve barely visited, in an area I know nothing about, and a handful of friends I’m only just getting to know. Such is the life of a military wife they say. The new monster? Stress. Every adult, EVER, has stress, if only a small amount. My stress? Probably miniscule in comparison. I worry about making our home just right, about trying to start school for both me and my son, about my husband being in a new shop, about just about everything possible. I catch myself doing it too, and realize that, I have it really, REALLY good. I stop myself.  I have to stop battling the silly little stress monster, that honestly has no place in my life. He needs to take a hike, the little asshole.

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 I have a new house, new area, tons of new opportunities…this is going to be epic.  So for now I’m going to enjoy all things new, and quit stressing myself into a frenzy about absolutely nothing. I had taken a break from my little blogaroo, because honestly no one wants to blog in the mindset of a PCS move. It’s terrible. None of it is fun, I assure you. I’m going to enjoy my new East Coast domain and all that it has to offer. From here on out I’ll be blogging from my little, okay not little, Southern home and hopefully shedding some light on life as military wife, part time stay at home mom, old lady student, and transplant from the West Coast.  No seriously, my California-ness is kind of apparent here. I had Macklemore and Sublime pumping out of my car the other day and realized the VERY Southern woman in her Oldsmobile next to me had the most terrified look on her face. And when I use words like rad, gnarly, and dude, well… I might as well tattoo CALI across my forehead.

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We’re going to have fun here.

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No really guys, I have friends. See:

Sayonara Sushi Night

Sayonara Sushi Night 2013

Generally when you meet a military wife, her main complaints are about deployments, being away from family, and drama. I don’t care if you’re 18 and a newlywed, or 35 and an officer’s wife, at some point in time, you’ve dealt with the dreaded drama monster. I had a rough go at the beginning of military wifelyhood, but quickly realized that you are the sum of the people you surround yourself with. I set off on an acquaintance cleanse. I was a newlywed with a baby on the way and had almost zero friends.  I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. You hear the stories, meet the crazies, you even walk into the commissary absolutely dreading running into the people you’ve had problems with in the past and suddenly become very interested in the nutritional facts of Fruit Loops. Well I can honestly say, it gets better. But only if you put in the work!

First 5k! January 2012

First 5k! January 2012

I started out slow and steady, building relationships within Adventure Moms and Stroller Warriors Okinawa. Just one problem though, I am TERRIBLE at making friends. You know how you felt on your first date with someone you really liked? You felt like a creep. You were nervous about making an arse of yourself, you weren’t sure what to say, ask…do. That’s me when trying to make friends, you wouldn’t know it though, since I’m pretty outgoing, but oh man I get so anxious and self-conscious. Then, within in SW, I realized it wasn’t a beauty pageant, and I didn’t have to say “World Peace” every time someone asked me a question. I started feeling comfortable around the girls I was seeing twice a week and began slowly letting the real me come out. Mind you I hadn’t done this since High School where I fully embraced my nerdiness.

Feburary 2012 Foster 5k

Feburary 2012 Foster 5k

And now, 3 years later, on the brink of our PCS move, I have a very full heart. So the rest of this post is dedicated to the women I’ve met here in Okinawa:

Dear Beautiful, Wonderful, Hilarious, Inspiring Women of Okinawa,

I am sad to be leaving Okinawa. Not because I’m overly fond of  weird ass drinks from a vending machine, but because of you. I have never in my life felt the level of friendship and love I do now. You are such a diverse group of women, all with their own stories, all with their own quirks, and I love each and every one of them. Whether you’re pro status at nursing while jogging, excel at making food I shouldn’t be eating in the first place, blow past me in a race but still make me feel like a winner across the finish line, or you help me wrangle my kiddo on a trip to the zoo, you all have your own spot in my heart. I knew my life would change after my first PCS, but I never imagined the scale of change in myself that has happened while stationed here. I am a healthier, happier, motivated version of myself, and I owe most of that to all of you. You put all of those terrible military wife assumptions to absolute shame.

Ayahashi 10k April 2012

Ayahashi 10k April 2012

You’ve made me stronger physically and mentally, you’ve made me a better mother, you’ve supported me in the ups and downs of being a military wife, you’ve even cured some of my fears. I’ll never be able to fully thank you for the way my life has changed because of all of you, and you may not ever realize the differences, however small they may be, you have made. Not only have I achieved goals I never dreamed of, but I have set even more in this new year that I never thought I’d settle on. I came here with almost no friends, and I’m leaving with more than I can count on two hands. You have changed my opinions of being a military wife, quelled my fears of friendship, and healed my insecurities, and for that I am forever thankful. You are all outstandingly wonderful in so many ways and I want you to know that even though I’m leaving, I will always be here for you. I will always support you, always wonder if there’s anything I can do to help you through the adventure that is military wife-dom and mommyhood.

Hiking Hiji Falls May 2012

Hiking Hiji Falls May 2012

Kin Fest July 2012

Kin Fest July 2012

Karen's 30th October 2012

Karen’s 30th October 2012

SW Christmas December 2012

SW Christmas December 2012

I’ve made entirely too many memories with all of you to list them off one by one, but just know you’ve made my time here in Okinawa beyond worth it and I will miss all of you SO MUCH. This is the first time I’ve felt so sad to leave a place because of the people. Thank GOD for facebook, otherwise I might have to roll up in a blanket, and never leave my bed because of withdrawals and missing you all too much. I look forward to all of you asking for orders to North Carolina.

xoxo Jessica

* This is a new installment on my little blog, I’m trying to be organized here people. Theme days, yay!

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