A Reservist's Tale Of A Tour

My Bags Are Packed, I’m Ready To Go…

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Being home from Gagetown has an element of frustration to it that doesn’t make a lot of sense on the surface. After a chaotic final week of making sure everything was set for us to be able to take off on our appointed days (my team will travel on ten separate flights while the relief in place is conducted), I finally left on Friday afternoon. As I did in December, I managed to leave my winter coat in my room when I cleared out, and so I had to send my clerk in to pick it up for me. I think I’ll survive with out it for a few days, so not really worried.

Being home has some comforts, of course – spending time with my wife, having decent homecooked meals (while army food at the BARFF is actually quite good, it’s not the same as being home), being able to cook when I’m so inclined, and so on, it’s also frustrating. She, of course, has been preparing for the idea of me being gone, and has basically had the place to herself for most of three months already. So my return is actually disruptive. It screws up her routines, her ways of doing things, and it makes it such that she’d rather in some ways that I be gone.

Sounds bizarre, doesn’t it?

I get it, though. It’s especially complicated because she works from home, and I’m on leave and don’t have anywhere to be, anywhere to go, anything to do really. I’ve gotten my stuff mostly packed up (in fact, about the only think left to pack is my shave kit and my all electronics, since I’m using them now). Everything’s stacked up in the corner, ready to go.

Remember the post in November about the new rucksack I got and how complicated it was to put together and how massive it is? Well, I’m amazed how much I was able to cram into it. All my clothes, my gucci gel pillow, my sheets, and some other miscellanea all got in there, and I managed to get it all closed up.

So I’m home. And somewhat bored, anxious, something like that. I had thought about a trip down to Toronto to visit some people there but decided not to, and now I’m kicking myself for it. Could be worse, though, I suppose, I have friends here who aren’t leaving until a couple of weeks after me, and they’re sitting around, no doubt with the same frustrations.

Written by Nick

February 9, 2012 at 3:32 pm

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