We PCS'd to our current duty station back in October and, at the time, I had high hopes of being part of an active FRG (Family Readiness Group). With JD's unit deploying I just knew that they'd have all of their i's dotted, t's crossed, and be "squared away". I really believed that I'd arrive, JD would pass on our info, someone would call, and off I'd go. I would attend meetings/functions, volunteer when needed, and meet other spouses in JD's unit.
That was, in reality, a fantasy. Nothing more. JD signed into his unit on Oct. 20th and would be here for almost two full months before deploying. His unit deployed in the last days of October, but he was in contact with Rear Detachment on a daily basis. He gave them my name and info on at least two occasions. I waited, somewhat patiently, since JD was still here and I was not yet alone. I did this against the advice of a very good (and wise) friend of mine who told me to be pro-active, pick up the telephone, contact Rear D, and make myself known. Sometimes we all need a little encouragement to be the "I am woman, hear me roar!" type and she gave me that. Temporarily, at least, as I still did nothing. I didn't want to step on any toes or come off as pushy. I tend to have a loud bark behind closed doors, but I seldom have a bite.