My name is Kourtney, and my husband, Jeff, is joining the United States Navy.

I first met my husband when we were in high school. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, we both had the good fortune of growing up in homes that possessed computers. It my case, this was a luxury. I was the only child of a single mother, who worked diligently to keep our heads above the poverty line. We struggled to afford basic necessities, and vacations to Disneyland were a rare gem. I can still remember the day that she came home later than usual with an enormous box that had COMPAQ written on the side in giant, bold letters. Up until that point, we had been subsiding with a hand-me-down computer that still made use of floppies and dial-up.

It was the first month of my freshmen year of high school, and so when my mother arrived that evening with a brand new desktop computer, printer, and router, I was practically jumping out of my skin with excitement. This computer became invaluable to me for school projects, essay assignments, and most of all, connecting to the social media of yester year, which was mainly chat rooms. Back then, we did not have Facebook, or MySpace, and texting via cell phones was still sort of iffy. I also grew up in a little desert town known as Hinkley (think "Erin Brockavich"), where the population was less than 2,000. Worse yet, I grew up in a distant part of Hinkley known as Harper Lake, where we did in fact have a lake, but it was a salt marsh bed with next to no water. When I finally headed off to college, the city of Barstow had only been pumping water into the lake for a couple of years to create a protected bird watching (or "birding") habitat.

Population of Harper Lake? Twenty, if you didn't count the employees of the solar plant.

So this was my distant, small world. I lived a very self-contained life, consuming books like food and going on treks through the desert to nearby alfalfa fields and sheep pastures. The computer helped me connect to the world beyond, and I met many people through Internet chat rooms that became my friends from afar.

I remember September 2001 being one of the most hectic months of my life. I was late for my first day of high school, because the only bus that ran to Hinkley had forgotten to inform the high school that a denizen of Harper Lake would finally be attending. September 11 occurred less than three weeks into my first year of school. And then, on September 25th, I met my husband in a chat room. It was the day before his 16th birthday, and we had struck up a conversation around our mutual love for blue hair dye. Mine had rinsed out weeks ago, leaving me to attend freshmen year with a hunter green shoulder bob that distracted my classmates. His was the color of a sapphire. We became instant friends, and chatted for several months.

Finally, when Spring Break rolled around, our parents agreed to chaperone out first meeting in San Diego, where he lived. It was teenage love at first sight, and we decided to "date" exclusively, as much as two adolescents could do such a thing back then. We have been together ever since.

We survived high school together, using email, instant messaging, and letters to keep one another afloat during the heavy swells of adolescence and high school drama. We grew closer when I went off to college at the University of La Verne, near Los Angeles, because we were finally able to see each other several times a month. Then, I moved up to San Diego to attend graduate school, and we lived with his parents.

We married on July 11, 2009 in sweltering El Cajon. This July will mark our third year wedding anniversary. This pales in comparison to the 10 years we have actually been together. We currently live in San Diego, though I imagine our lives are about to change drastically.

We are embarking on yet another adventure together, one that will carry Jeff across the vast oceans that cover the planet. Several months ago, he decided to join the Navy. Since then, it has been a whirlwind process, packed full of medical check-ups and the notorious dizzying effect produced by the "hurry up and wait" mentality that seems to run rampant in the military.

I decided to start this blog to chronicle these adventures for our friends, family, and for anyone else out there who has or will ever be part of the grand tradition of military families. Jeff will be a third generation sailor, and I come from a long line of service members, as well, so we know a thing or two about surviving military life already. I am looking forward to this journey, and I hope anyone out there who is reading this will join me for the experience of a lifetime. The Internet truly is a great place to connect, and I look forward to all of the relationships and experiences that this adventure has in store for this happy couple.

P.S. Stay turned for a break down of our MEPS experience to date!