Days and weeks went on while Will was at WTB and all was settling down at work, I even became spoiled by the fact that I could drop Will off, then go home and take a nap. But the social dynamic in the house became very stressful. Will and I pushed to get our own home on post but as all business goes on post, housing was delayed by paperwork. What was supposed to be a week or two at a friends home turned into 3, and tensions where high.
I left one Thursday evening to take a couple hours off and go to Relief Society and returned home invigorated and ready to go again. However, when I entered the house I was met with pure contention! I chose to simply lay my purse down and go to the bathroom, which turned out to be wise as the argument ended while I was relieving my bladder. I walked over to my husband and put my arms around him as I asked what was going on, and did I even want to know. I was met with a horrifying reply. We had been asked to leave, we had only one night to get or things together and get out. Will was highly emotional and was so much so that he was sick to his stomach, he kept blaming himself. All I could do was pray, I did so and was met immediately with peace and a steady mind. I called my friend and asked if she could help us, and was met with a "yes" then began to call family. Will called our home teacher and plans began to form, though none of them pleasent, we had an emergency plan A and plan B. My mind and heart settled, as did Will, his friends came to his side. The girls left for the weekly girls night out, and asked me to join, though I felt I could not with my husband still so upset. As things settled more and more, laughter filled the home and the 3 men present joined in to help bathe the baby. Will told me to go join the girls, so I did. Shortly after midnight I returned to the house to find my husband playing video games, and we curled up in bed together for the night.
The next morning, I awoke with strong premotnition to rearrange the truck, which had been full of things we had no place to store from Will's barracks. Earlier that week Will and I had been assigned a house but never recieved a call about its availability. I located the phone number for the villiage and called, explaining the situation. An hour of moving boxes later, Will climbed out of the shower to find 3 missed calls but no full return number, he called me to tell me he thought it was the viliage. I called and was met with a sigh of relief, on both ends of the phone. Our house had been deemed ready that morning, an appointment was setup for us to do a walk through that afternoon. The house was perfect and we eagerly signed on and moved in. We had our first home.
Our first night was spent on the floor before going to church the next day, and our home was very bare but still our home and thus was such a relief. after about another month the house has now become very homey and while lack of furniture was a concern then, now I wonder how we are going to fit everything in and make it functional. Yet it is in fact HOME!!! We even got hardwood floors and carpets too. I couldn't have asked for better, and I couldn't ask for a better man to share it with!!
original post: Life as Will's Wife 5/3/11
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