My name is Brittany and I am almost 22 years old, am an army wife and been married three years. In the past three months, we have been uprooted from the army base near where we are from and plunked down in the middle of a new base five hundred miles away from friends and family. It would not be so bad if Derrick had not gotten emergency orders to ship out within a few weeks of us moving here. Everyone seems to have their cliques and I am an outsider.
I have a hard time making new friends. Although the housing we were in was for married couples, right before Derrick shipped out, an older single man moved into the apartment across the hallway. He only had forty-five days left before he retired so they let him stay there since it was temporary. We all three had talked and we even had him over for dinner a couple of times but it felt weird being friends with a single man so I just spoke to him when we passed in the hallway or coming and going after Derrick shipped out.