Dave is tired and grouchy. Even more so that I've dampened his excitement for an upcoming trip with my anxiety. I wish I didn't worry so much about things completely beyond my control. I just don't like being incommunicado for days at a time. What if the worst happens and no one can get a hold of me? Cell phones and the internet have become staples to my daily life. Even though people do not call me all day everyday, I take comfort in knowing that if something horrific were to happen, I'd be contacted right away and would know as soon as possible.
Some people long to disconnect. I like it too; but I also enjoy knowing that people I care about can reach me if needed. Even in Costa Rica, my family had a way to contact me if something dreadful were to transpire and I needed to come home. I'll only know during the short time that we go into town. I hate this anxiety. I hate worrying constantly. How did people do this before? Thank goodness, no one really close to me serves in the military. I don't think I could handle it. You know what's worse, I just sat here for a few moments contemplating even posting this because I'm so incredibly paranoid. WTF?
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