I never, ever – in a million years – thought I would say these four, simple words (and mean it so much), but…I miss the oilfield.
I do. I miss it so much, for so many reasons.
I miss being part of something bigger. I miss being part of that family.
I miss being part of something that meant something to this country (even if everyone didn’t realize it). I miss my fellow oilfield wives; there aren’t many of us left. I miss people “getting me”, getting all of it. I miss having something worth bitching about and figuring out my troubles on my own. Crap, I’m becoming “soft” again. I miss the stress of the beginning of the two weeks on, and I miss even more the anxious happiness that I felt deep in my belly right before he came home again. I miss prepping meals. Now, I hate cooking.
I wouldn’t know me if I met me today.
I miss the steady schedule. I miss my time to myself. I miss sleeping in the entire bed. I miss waking up to him on day 1 off. I barely sleep at all now wondering how we’ll make ends meet the way things are. I miss the damn oilfield money. You know as well as I do we don’t “do” this lifestyle because we’re gold diggers, but you do know how much easier life is with oilfield pay. I miss waking up and not worrying about who would take care of our daughter and all her needs should I really have to go back to work. I thought life was stressful then. Ha. I was wrong.
I miss getting together with the guys and their wives. I miss meeting new people. I miss driving to location and hearing the gentle hum of the rig. I miss its massiveness and the power behind the technology. I miss the culture it brought to this otherwise “grey” town. Shoot, I even miss the traffic jams. Now we’re back to farm tractor traffic jams. I miss the ethnic foods our grocery stores brought in during the boom. I miss using my Spanish degree to talk to people. Oh, I miss it.
Sure, there are things I don’t miss. But compared to where we are now, I think I’d like to go back had we the chance. I think.
So, here we are, at the end of it all. It’s been a fabulous journey and I wouldn’t trade it for the world! I miss you, oilfield wives. I miss you, oilfield lifestyle. I miss you oilfield security (that once was).
I miss you, oilfield.