I started this blog as a way to talk about Jeremy’s deployment and use it as a form of therapy, but I haven’’t really said a lot about him being gone.

This deployment has actually been easier to deal with than I had expected. I think part of the reason is Jeremy and I spend the first 14 months of our marriage living 1,800 miles apart. After living together only eight months, he was sent on this deployment. So I’’m fairly used to living alone.

The only difference between the deployment and when we were stationed separately is he can’’t call me everyday. And while I do miss talking to him all the time, I’’m busy most of the time and I get daily emails from him, which makes it much easier to deal with.

Even though I’m adjusted to living alone, having him in Iraq is still hard. I worry all the time if he’s ok, I am afraid to be away from my phone just in case he calls, I don’t even like to be far from the Internet in case he emails.

From the way he talks, he’s not having a horrible time there, but he is ready to come home. Although I don’’t know how anyone wouldn’’t be ready to go home after a couple months in that place. Some unpleasant events have occurred in the past two months there, but he’’s alive and well, which is all that matters.

I’’ll keep sharing updates on how he’’s doing, but there just isn’’t a lot to say about this deployment. He’’s gone and I miss him, but I’’ve developed a good support network to help me though.

I can’’t wait for him to come home. It feels like a part of me is missing and will be for another five months.