In case you were wondering what exactly Noah is going through, here's a short video that gives a glimpse.
Don't ask me any details though. I WOULDN'T KNOW. Three weeks tomorrow (a third of the way!) and still no real letter or personal phone call. Aside from missing my best friend, there's plenty of Important Business Matters that I need information on that only he can provide. Such as, you know, when exactly are we moving to Florida. And when exactly should we attempt to get a lease on the apartment down there. And will he be able to come home and help us move, or am I going to be loading up a moving truck and driving myself down there. Because I am fully prepared to go all Little Miss Sunshine up in here.
Today I called the only phone number I have (aside from the Red Cross, which can contact him in case of emergency), a Public Affairs Office number, because I've yet to recieve any paycheck from the Navy. "Oh, he probably won't get paid until the beginning of November. Just write to him and ask him."
Thanks, lady. I've sent 21 letters and gotten a half page note. Real effective. And "probably" just isn't good enough for me anymore.