The past few weeks have been a whirl-wind of welcoming my fiancé home from Iraq, moving into our apartment, getting married three days later, then celebrating my 22nd birthday. It's since calmed down some-what and we've slowly been getting settled. By calmed down I mean, in the past week, I've had to change my identity and become a "real person" to the US Army.
This involved getting my dependent ID card, car decal, and making sure our finances were in line so we can receive a housing allowance for living off-post. All of this wasn't bad. It was time consuming because the base my husband is stationed at is as large as a city, so he even got lost, but of course wouldn't admit it. I'm sure you're all familiar with the driving-around-in-silence moments.
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