The Navy is sending us to Guam. Guam, you say? What on earth is a Guam?
Well, since you asked, Guam "located in the Western Pacific Ocean, at approximately 13 degrees north latitude and 144 degrees east longitude. It is close to the intersection of an imaginary line drawn from Honolulu to Manila, and a line drawn from Tokyo to Sydney, Australia. Guam lies at the southern end of the Marianas Islands chain, and it is the most populated and highly developed island serving as the area's communication and transportation hub. Guam is about 30 miles long and of variable width, about 8 miles maximum." I've been told it's shaped somewhat like a peanut. So now you know as much as I do about Guam.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that ever since I was about ten and my dad took us for a vacation in the redwood forrest, I've been dying to get back to the Pacific Northwest. You gotta figure, marry a submariner, you're sure to get there eventually. After all, there's only SEVEN options! Alas, the Navy does not, I believe, care that my heart longs for the evergreens, for redwoods so magnanamous you can drive an eighteenwheeler thru.
The few people that we've told have been expectantly upset. Nick's coworkers usually respond "oh man, that sucks, I'm so sorry!" However, I am secretly a little bit excited. My very first mom friend, Brandi, moved out there this summer. It's a tropical paradise. It's exciting, sort of an adventure. I'm so so sorry that we'll be going so long without seeing our family, but this is where Nick is needed and we're going to make the best of it.
And by the way, it's only an eight hour flight for us to get to Honolulu, so if anyone wants to meet up... :)