Well, it has officially been 2 months since I moved to Colorado from Alaska. It was very difficult being away from Adam for so long. We've been married almost 9 months now, but I've only seen him [collectively] for about a month and a half since the Iditarod, due to bootcamp, training, my job in Alaska and of course, more army field training. I was very lucky to find a good job so quickly, I was able to start immediately after we got back from Florida. I've gotten our apartment put together for the most part. I still need to get a big bookshelf for the guest room so that bins, boxes and books aren't taking up half of the room's floor space. It could also use some more decorating, but that will have to wait until we have time to paint together.
As far as my social life, it is non-existent. I've joined groups on facebook, read local newspapers, read community bulletin boards, gone to classes on base and even tried talking to people in the mall where I work (pathetic, I know). It has never been this difficult for me to find friends... ever. It's not that I haven't talked to people and gone out with them, it's the fact that all of the army wives I've met/ attempted to socialize with are either cheating on their husbands (OMG! WTF?), talking about leaving their husbands or in the middle of a divorce. The single girls I've met so far are just so far from the level I'm on that I don't even want to be associated with them (you know, the "party" scene, pot smokers, drama queens and psychos of Colorado Springs). No thanks.
As a result of my many failed attempts to make friends, I adopted a cat from the humane society and continued to hang out with Adam's battle-buddy, Zach that he went to boot camp with and also ended up at Ft.Carson. He stayed with me while Adam was away. Basically, I was his personal restaurant, laundry mat and therapist for a month. He's a great kid, I think we'll keep him around. Well, at least on the weekends. Moses, our new feline son, is also a keeper. I originally went to the humane society to look into being a volunteer since I had quite a bit of time on my hands with Adam being gone, but immediately got distracted when I saw cages lined up outside of a big door with no windows. I asked a humane society employee why the cages were there, and she said those animals were about to be put down because no one had adopted them. I looked into the first cage and all I could see was bright yellow eyes. She let me take the cage into the visiting room to get a look at what was inside. I sat on the floor in the empty room and cautiously opened the cage's rusted metal door. Two seconds later, out walks a beautiful, all black cat that looked like he just walked out of the movie "Hocus Pocus." Lacking the least bit of intimidation, Moses walked right up to me and headbutted my face, asking for attention. Thirty minutes later, I was signing papers to take him home.