I leave tomorrow to go see my husband. Right now I can't even describe the excitement and apprehension about these next few days. I'm excited, obviously, about seeing my husband again. The apprehension stems from having to travel by myself for the first time and having to spend a night in a hotel by myself after saying goodbye to him. I'm still hoping that things will change and they'll get 96 hours of liberty like the rest of the base instead of just 72, but not really expecting that it will happen. It's funny about going to see him after being apart for awhile. When I'm thinking about it or planning for it, I usually envison us going to the beach or other various "activities." But in reality we almost always end of doing very boring and "ordinary" things like going for walks and holding each other. I guess it's because those ordinary, everyday things are what I miss the most when he's gone.