Thursday, 24 April 2014

Rich Came Home! But then went again...


Just in case you're new around here, my fiancĂ© (ugh how I utterly hate that word!) Rich is in the RAF and has been out in Afghanistan on tour since November of last year. Catch up here for more details, but basically it sucks, and I hadn't seen him for 4 and a half months. 

A few weeks ago he came home on his R&R (rest and recuperation) and to say I was excited was an understatement. For so long him being away had felt like an uphill struggle, so to be able to see an end was very very exciting. My last day at work before he came home I was literally bouncing in my seat counting the hours to go until I would see him. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, meaning it was cleaner than it had ever been (probably), and spent a very long time making myself look my most gorgeous possible in preparation for him coming home.

The day he was due to arrive I woke up really early, but not just because I was excited, I was nervous too. Would things be exactly the same as before he left between us? Would we have changed? Was I going to mind having someone in "my space" again? The butterflies got bigger and bigger as I tried my hardest to occupy myself until I had to leave. Time went by so slowly that day, I was just willing the clock hands to move faster, but the stubborn things wouldn't move any quicker. I shaved my legs, painted my toenails, painted my fingernails, thought they looked rubbish and took the nail varnish off again, spent far too long choosing an outfit, and there was still hours to go. 


As a last resort, to attempt to occupy myself I baked the raspberry and white chocolate blondies I had seen on Amy Elizabeth's blog and although they didn't turn out looking anywhere near as good as hers did, they managed to get me through til the time when I had to leave to pick up a fellow RAF wag whose fiancĂ© was also coming home with Rich. 

As I walked into her house we both looked at each other, squealed loudly and hugged. We were so insanely excited we were just balls of energy getting into my car and travelling to base. The journey went smoothly, until I managed to miss the turn off the motorway, and as a result had to drive up to the next junction, turn around, and go back down to the one I should've gotten off at. Simple enough, except the next junction was ages away. As I managed to finally get us off the motorway at the right point, we had a message from the guys to say that they were already there, early. Typical! We made it to base about 10 minutes after they did and driving on to see the pair of figures in camouflage made me lose all my driving abilities entirely. I attempted to park my car (read, stop the engine somewhere near some white lines) and we both jumped out of the car and ran towards our guys. They typically carried on chatting being too cool for school but we both lept on them and hugged them hard. 

I am very surprised I didn't cry at this point, but I was too involved in getting the biggest hug I could ever get! We said our hellos and had lots of kisses, which if I'm to be completely honest, felt a little strange after not kissing anyone for so many months, and then we crammed all their kit into my boot and set off to drop our friends off before heading home ourselves. We chatted away, it was so strange to actually have Rich in the car with me rather than just on the other end of a phone! We kept holding hands and looking at each other, and it took all of my willpower to keep concentrating on the road. 

It wasn't until Rich was actually at home with me that the tears came, but it felt amazing to actually have him hug me better, instead of just saying the word "hug" like I'd been used to for so long! We spent the evening catching up, and getting used to each other being around again. Sharing a bed that night was very weird. I didn't sleep too well at all for the first couple of nights, because my favourite way to sleep when alone in a double bed is with my legs splayed out over the other side, and there was a body there to stop me from doing that! 

It may have felt a little strange to have him around again to begin with, but within 24 hours, it felt just like it always had, we were teasing each other, laughing, joking, and back to our usual loved up selves, so all my worry was for nothing (like usual!). We road-tripped it back to his hometown pretty soon after he got back, and it was brilliant to have the time to ourselves to chat and just be together again. 

We had the most amazing two weeks together, we went to the cinema, ate a lot of good food, and went to a lovely wedding of two of his best friends. As Rich hadn't drunk any alcohol the whole time he'd been away (because Afghanistan is a Muslim country, the forces respect their alcohol policy, so no alcohol is allowed by them at all) the first drink he had made him rather tipsy, which was very funny for me to watch! 

Sorry for this turning into a bit of a mammoth post, and if you made it all the way to the end you definitely get a high five, but I wanted to document it all down to remind myself of how wonderful it all was and how I don't need to worry about things!

Rich is back out in Afghanistan now, and will be for another couple of months, but thankfully that's nowhere near as long as the last stint, and I really can't wait for it all to be over properly and have my Rich back for a long time!

Big hugs to anyone who is apart from their other half right now, it does end, and when it does the hug you will get will be well worth the wait!

Rachel xx
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  1. Have cried through this post - you sound like such a lovely couple! x

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  2. I may have just had a few tears reading this! I can't even imagine how hard it must be being apart for so long. Simon and I were long distance for a year - he was living up here in Newcastle and I was down in London. We'd only go 2 weeks at a time without seeing each other but I found it hard so God knows what it's like for you.

    I hope he comes back home for good really soon :)

    Chloe x
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    1. Aww bless ya! It does suck doesn't it, I don't think anyone can really know what it's like until they've been through it themselves.
      He comes back for a good long while in a couple of months, which I can't wait for! Counting down already. x

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  3. Such a lovely post, you can really feel the love emanating from it. I'm so glad you got to have some time together as a "normal" couple again - I'll be going back to long distance when my Erasmus year ends which I'm worried about as we've been living together for the past 9 months but this has given me hope :) xxx
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    1. Aww that's a shame! Don't worry too much my dear, as long as you have an end in sight it isn't too bad at all. Me and Rich have been together for nearly 2 years and have been long distance for 1 and a half of them, so if you want it to work out and you are both committed it will do!
      If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or advice or anything, just email me, I'm here for you :-) x

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  4. High five!! I love that you have that beautiful Monsoon dress - want! <3
    I have a similar situation at the moment, but he's only away for a week or so at a time and I've been so busy that it's not been too bad.

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    1. High five!
      I love that dress so much, trying to find as many excuses possible to wear it. Monsoon dresses are so gorgeous.
      Keeping busy is the best thing really, to be so busy that the weeks fly by without noticing them means they come home much faster!
      x

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  5. Well I'm glad you made the blondies as we got to eat some and they were fantastic ! I'm hoping the next few weeks fly by too. x

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