Part 1 is from yesterday.
The first few months of Tim’s flight school were hard. He couldn’t talk a lot due to his schedule. I knew he was busy but it didn’t make it any easier. Distance is incredbily hard for anyone (military or not).
In November, I got to see Tim for the first time in five months. I wondered if it would be the same. I wondered if we would still be happy. I wondered if we would still be in love. It was easy to be in love in distance, but what if we had both grown apart during those times. I wondered a lot and in November I boarded a plane to San Antonio nervous, excited and wondering what the next few days would bring.
The moment I saw him, the moment I knew nothing had changed. I knew we had made it through the hardest part of our relationship. We had made it five months without seeing each other. Though I only got to see him less than a week it reassured me so much that we were happy.
I saw him again for Christmas, then in March and then in May. We made the executive decision that I would move down there at the end of the summer. I loved my job in Oswego. I enjoyed my friends and coworkers but eventually Tim and I wanted to continue our relationship.
He would be graduating in October. He was rather sure we would be staying in Del Rio so it made sense for dad and I to uhaul all my things to Texas. So after getting hit by a cyclist and breaking my arm I drove 1700 miles to Texas. (Packing is incredibly more difficult with a broken arm).
About 2 weeks after moving to Texas, Tim found out he would be restationed in New Jersey flying KC-10 planes. I knew nothing about NJ. I was mortified. I was going to make this same drive (1700 miles) twice in 6 weeks. He also was supposed to report the week of my first marathon. The only concrete plans I had in 2014 were to run the NYCM.
Edit to add: I am 100% happy we moved out of Texas. Where we were I could not imagine spending 4 more years there. I’m not sorry, I love NJ.
I didn’t want to drive 1700 miles two days before my marathon. Absolutely not. So I drove a few weeks earlier. I stayed with my parents at home and ran. He moved into our house in NJ.
Since November we have enjoyed our time in NJ. Tim has done great things flying. The first few months were more difficult for me. We had moved to NJ and I knew we weren’t moving anymore for a very long time. Yet finding a job had become next to impossible.
From December until March, we were enjoying our time living together. Everything was working out well and I knew I had made the right choice to move to NJ. I was (and am) completely happy living here. Thankfully we didn’t have a lot of excitement the last few months. It seemed as if our lives had finally simmered down a bit.
Then April 1st, Tim proposed!
So here I leave you trying to figure out how to wedding plan, deciding if we need a wedding planner (probably) and excited to continue our relationship. I could not imagine being with anyone else, nor would I want too!