Dear John,

So I arrived in Colorado today. I caught a flight early this morning and spent the day with one of my best friends from college. I met her daughter, Anni-2 months old, as we caught up from the last time I came to visit. We did the usual girly things as we ate chocolate and talked about the old college days and how we wished we had back our girlish figures and then we all took a much needed nap.

The day was perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything more--see, the thing that means the most to me is people. My friends, family, co-workers, colleagues, pretty much anyone that crosses my path and is a good person. The only problem is, I am bad at goodbyes and a goodbye that is going to last over a year is scary.

I'm not scared of going overseas. I'm not scared of the heat. I'm not scared of getting along with all the other soldiers. I'm not even scared of getting shot at, or having to be in a fire fight. I'm scared of the unknown...I'm scared that I won't be as organized as I need to be in preparation to ship out. I'm scared that I don't know where I will be living, or who I will be riding with, or how long we will be on the road, or what our missions will be like. I know I will be fine. I know I will adapt and overcome any obstacle that is put in my path. That's just what I do. And I do it well.

We ended the evening with a delicious home cooked dinner of beef and noodles and a movie. Dear John. Hence, the inspiration for this post. Things will be fine. Things will be great. There's just that unknown factor that I can't plan for. But I am in love with the Army and it will treat me well.