Hi, kids! I haven't been around much lately, but I'm back.
The Navy has not yet signed orders for my husband, who finishes up residency at the end of June. But it looks like we may end up in the armpit of California for the next three years--Twentynine Palms, which is in the Mojave desert.
Needless to say, I am more than a little dismayed, being a big-city career girl and all.
Also, the Navy has been yanking us around. First they told us to pick one of three overseas assignments. So we did. Then the Navy changed its mind. Then they told us to pick one of several West Coast assignments. So we did. Then the Navy changed its mind again. Then we were given the choice of some really bad billets, of which Twentynine Palms and Camp Lejeune were the most likely. We chose Camp Lejeune, seeing as how we're from the East and all our family is back East. You know the gig: the Navy changed its mind. Oh, and in the midst of all this, two other residents got their orders signed and then yanked because some more senior people elsewhere got orders signed, changed their minds about what they wanted to do, and then got new orders. Gah. Not a fun couple of months for us, following all of this.
So what does this boil down to? I'm facing the worst possible stateside billet for three loooooooong years. How am I going to survive? There is literally nothing in Twentynine Palms, save for joshua trees and tumbleweeds. There may be a Burger King now. Anyone have any coping strategies? Ideas? Advice? Access to mind-altering drugs?
The Navy has not yet signed orders for my husband, who finishes up residency at the end of June. But it looks like we may end up in the armpit of California for the next three years--Twentynine Palms, which is in the Mojave desert.
Needless to say, I am more than a little dismayed, being a big-city career girl and all.
Also, the Navy has been yanking us around. First they told us to pick one of three overseas assignments. So we did. Then the Navy changed its mind. Then they told us to pick one of several West Coast assignments. So we did. Then the Navy changed its mind again. Then we were given the choice of some really bad billets, of which Twentynine Palms and Camp Lejeune were the most likely. We chose Camp Lejeune, seeing as how we're from the East and all our family is back East. You know the gig: the Navy changed its mind. Oh, and in the midst of all this, two other residents got their orders signed and then yanked because some more senior people elsewhere got orders signed, changed their minds about what they wanted to do, and then got new orders. Gah. Not a fun couple of months for us, following all of this.
So what does this boil down to? I'm facing the worst possible stateside billet for three loooooooong years. How am I going to survive? There is literally nothing in Twentynine Palms, save for joshua trees and tumbleweeds. There may be a Burger King now. Anyone have any coping strategies? Ideas? Advice? Access to mind-altering drugs?
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