I've always wanted to live like a hermit...

So the movers are at it, and legally I can't help so I get to sit here awkwardly pretending not to hear the cat yowling from the balcony and attempting to do homework so this weekend can be thesis-tastic.

Whilst labeling boxes overnight and early this morning (I was told about the move about 30 hours before it happened. Awesome), I wrote both my and hubs' last names for about three boxes, then just gave up and started labeling with his name. After all, if they get lost it will only confuse people to have mine on there and they know how to track him down with military precision. The epic battle of Army practicality versus feminist identity... today goes to making sure our stuff doesn't end up on a different continent.

I also find in funny ways that I'm getting less offended by military culture and the hubs is getting more so. Funny-ironic, mostly, as about a month ago I launched into a tirade about how spouses are treated and was regarded with a blank stare. After a long (and good) conversation, he'd brought to my attention that at least from where he stood, the actual policies didn't do much downplaying of spouses, but that perhaps the culture of the folks who tended to self-select led to a culture that does all the things that really scratch my eyeballs raw. However, as he lost the power of attorney when he changed computers, submitting the move paperwork was all but impossible for me (had to do it twice to two separate posts, gross boo hiss) but went through effortlessly as soon as he did it. I think I'd come to expect as much, but he was quite frustrated, no doubt mostly by the fact that his current training has him outdoors 18 hours with no phone on many days.

Well, tonight I will have only my mattress and the stuff that fits in two suitcases in my room. (And will be done with the insane doses of ibuprofen for all the medical/dental procedures I've been packing in. Yay!) How weird. However, it might help kick my butt into thesis writing mode as it becomes unavoidably apparent that the days are dwindling.... 

Vocab of the day:
Korean: 포장하기 위하여 = to pack (whoa! throw an infinitive in there, and it gets all fancy)
Military: PCS= permanent change of station (a recycled goodie)

I see a theme emerging in the timestamps...

(*Written a bit ago but mysteriously never posted)

What with the school and work and working out, it seems that the one thing that shouldn't be a problem is sleeping. However, as an insomniac in the midst of great change sleep seems to be the one place where the script doesn't stick. While this frees up time to, say, start a blog, it also provides ample time for thinking about the thoughts that are pushed out of the brain during daylight hours on account of silliness or business or any of the other convenient -nesses that dispatch them while there's sun.

The primary issue at hand is that of identity and marriage. While I was raised an educated Midwestern gal, the strong conservatism didn't stick too hard to me. And I've come to realize that during college my delightful and wacky roommates managed to expose me to the wild beast of feminist thought. Now, no bra-burning or man-hating took place in our dorm room (at least any on record), three are now married and one in a relationship with the woman of her dreams. So what have we all done with these ideas of independent self and making our own way? I have yet to discover. And perhaps when I do, it will solve the mystery of what I'm supposed to do, balancing deep love for a wonderful friend and what seems an impending marital melding with the niche of identity I've thoughtfully carved in the last twenty-some years. Wish me luck.