It ain’t pretty… Waking up at 5 a.m. to ten different alarms. Being alone for hours. Having your SO come home grumpy. I’ve stayed with Taylor plenty of times but two weeks ago was a little different. For the first time I really got to experience “Navy life” and get a true taste of what my future holds. Wasn’t pretty…but I realized it was not horrible either.
Taylor recently bought a cute little townhouse with two of his Navy friends and last week was my first time seeing it. For once, I didn’t have to pay for a hotel room and he didn’t have to make trips back and forth from the hotel room to the barracks…which let me tell you was great. T has his own room that I stayed in with him and it was the most wonderful thing. However, this week he started school again which was something we did not really expect and I got a full on taste of what I signed up for.
Taylor and his friends woke up every morning at 5 a.m. It takes Taylor about four or five alarms to actually get up and by that time I was fully awake. He scrambled around getting on his uniform, eating breakfast, packing lunch and finally rushing out the door leaving me to an empty, unfamiliar house. He never got home any earlier than 7 p.m. each night.
I did anything I could to try and fill that 14 hour gap. Slept a little, ate, did their dishes, did his laundry, watched Netflix, went to the pool, played Call of Duty (which I will never admit to Taylor…but I kind of liked playing Call of Duty), took an Uber downtown, walked to Waffle House, literally anything. But time dragged anyway.
Then by the time Taylor got home he was absolutely exhausted and frustrated so most of the time our fun plans for after never really happened. I definitely learned that this was a tough lifestyle.
But here’s what I also learned… I learned that I’m okay with it. He’s working to not only better his life but he is working to better mine in a way too. He’s doing the most noble thing a person can do so having 14 hours to myself is a small price to pay.
Previously I always worried about how well I’d adapt to this kind of lifestyle. Would it cause problems in our relationship? Could I handle being alone that long? During those 14 hours I had a lot of time to think. I thought about how if I did live with Taylor I’d have a car and a job to keep me occupied. I’d have my own life and things I’d need to get done. I already made some friends with Taylor’s friends girlfriends and wives so I’d have a whole new support system to take advantage of. Maybe one day we could get a dog so I would not be all alone during the day.
And honestly? In my eyes it strengthened our relationship. Yeah, he came home and was grumpy but he told me it was nice coming home to me and to be hugged and kissed and comforted when his day sucked. It was nice to have someone to grocery shop with or watch movies until we fell asleep. We both saw what living with each other has the potential to be and it was quite wonderful.
I have always known that love by itself really isn’t enough. You have to make a good team too. Be best friends. Be able to stand living with each other. And this was truly a test but I think we passed with flying colors. As if I didn’t love him enough before this trip…