Last night I had a revelation

I'm thankful.  From the moment I moved here my husband did everything he could to make sure I was comfortable.  He had friends over for dinner so I could get a chance to make new friends here.  He dragged me to parties even though I was ridiculously shy and nervous.  When you move to a different state where you know no one but the man you married and you're thrown into the whirlwind that is military spouse life you lose your footing.  For the first few weeks I was scared, nervous, and homesick.  I got over it.  I'm not a person that likes to sulk.  I have a bad day I wake up the next morning and I move on.  I got a job at a photography studio a few miles away from my home I got out more I met new people and a huge thanks to Slade I made new friends.  I married at nineteen.  I've always been a little mature for my age, but getting married and changing your life in a month adds a good five years to your life.  I felt old, but starting to make friends who had 6-10 years on me was at first a little overwhelming.  I began to realize just how drastically my life was changing and at such a fast rate.  I quickly moved on from the shock and embraced it.  I've made friends with some extremely amazing people.  A good majority of them have husbands that are also deployed at the time.  I feel welcome, safe, looked after, and like I said previously grateful.  Yesterday while I was driving to the gym one of my good friends called me and asked me to hangout.  On my way there I grabbed ice cream and a redbox.  We talked about everything ate our ice cream and watched our movie.  It's just a good feeling to know that there's someone there.  People who want to spend time with you and get to know you better.  It just rules.  I love it here and wouldn't change anything.