“MATT, GUESS WHAT? I’M going overseas!” I burst through his front door, babbling. “I didn’t think they’d pick me after that crash I had, but they did, and I’m going on a MALT to Malaysia!”
“That’s fantastic, Macie.” Matt wrapped his arms around me.
I threw my arms around him, kissing him with all the enthusiasm I’d restrained at work.
“So, when do you go? And what’s a MALT?”
“Another one of those pesky military acronyms. It stands for Mobile Air Load Team, which means I’m going somewhere else short term. I only got the confirmation email today, and I’ve put in a request to book my flights. I fly out in about three weeks.”
“I’m so excited for you.”
“Me too, this will be my first trip overseas.”
“I’ve been to Bali a couple of times. It’s so cheap from here, but I haven’t made it to Ma
