I've come to a point of acceptance over this 'going to England/not going to England' farce.
It doesn't matter where in the world we go; wherever we are is 'home'. As long as we're together, the rest all kind of fades into relative insignificance.
I still want to go to England, but if that's not meant to be, then I'll accept that. I'll press on with life and all that comes with it, and I'll make a new home wherever the military wants to send us next.
This weekend has been really quite surreal...I fell asleep last night all twisted and knotted up with angst and turmoil, and woke up this morning with an amazing sensation of peace and serenity. I've had more people praying (to variety of deities) than I've ever had for anything else before, and I have to say that I can certainly feel it.
So, to those of you who have been praying: thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
Please don't stop.