Six years ago this September, Nick went to Officer Candidate School in Newport, RI. We had been married for 3 measly months. Boot camp itself was 3 months. I was still very dependent on him.
We used to exchange sad handwritten letters that one day our children will find and think: “Is this a handwritten letter? I thought that was a myth. Was dad in WWII?! They didn’t let dad use email at boot camp?? That’s cruel.”
I cried a lot then. Now I only cry when watching “Call the Midwife” (#allthefeels) I’m a completely different human than I was six years ago. So sometimes I like to wax poetic on those days, and remember pale east coast Kaley. #neverforget The fragile, afraid of change, not willing to use Craigslist to find a rental on Ocean Beach Kaley. Ugh. Hindsight am I right??