PCSing is actually a fun and exciting time. There is the new adventure of a different place and interesting sights to see, setting up your house, finding your way around a strange city. All of it can be invigorating.
Then real life begins and you start to get into your day to day routine and discover something.
The AFIT Spouses have a lot of different activities to participate in but they mostly occur in the evening and do not include children. The dates and times were chosen so that husbands could be home from school. Well, that doesn't account for study time.
I have talked with several women at the play group I attend about finding sitters. The consensus is that nobody has any good ones. If the women have a function to go to they have their husbands watch the kids or they don't go. Some have other friends who can help out. Others use FCC providers.
Well, I'm in a pickle, because I don't have any friends who can watch my kids like that. There are 2, maybe 3 women I know who would be willing to help me out, but they go to the same things I go to!
And the only way to make new friends is to be present at activities and meet ladies! Which I haven't really been able to go to!
The local PWOC is gone for the summer so I'm not meeting ladies there. And turns out they may not have child care when the meetings start up again so there's a chance I can't attend.
And church? Ha. The place is so big that we have nobody to look forward to seeing every week. I want to start going to Sunday School and finding social things to do to meet other women in the church but I'm not doing too well at that.
Today, in the midst of nearly a dozen piles of laundry and mis-matched socks I laid my head down and cried. I miss Tegan. I miss my sister. I miss Albuquerque and the amazing women I knew there. I miss my old church. I hate the humidity here. I hate the flies that bite me. My daughter has minor surgery in the morning that requires general anesthesia and nobody is here to give me a hug and sympathize with my outrageous worries.
I'm a very social person and I feel like I'm in a prison. Cut off from people. I have no real relationships out here besides Ryan and my kids. There are plenty of places to explore...
But I feel so lonely.