I'm super anxious about this particular move, but that's only because we have so much going on in our lives (outside of the military stuff) between now and our departure date. So much that I should not be blogging. Of course, the man in blue is playing baseball with our son right now, so he's not doing what he should be either. Or is he? I suppose playing with the kids to keep them sane is a key part of happiness this PCS season too. After all, I can't box them up and keep them quiet, can I?
My family and friends in this area are anxious too. Actually, from what I learned the other day, some (many) tears have been shed. Um, trying to ignore that. It's hard to do, but unfortunately, to avoid a meltdown myself, I have to remain stoic and laugh whenever possible. I have had totally enough stress this week (too much to even blog about) and don't need anymore - just yet anyway. My sister who lives about an hour from me was telling me how hard this all is on her and my mom.
This is not the first time I've moved. It's not the first military move either. However, it's the farthest away from THEM. And, to top it off, my sister doesn't fly and my mother has no desire to do so anymore. Dad, well he's ok with it, but work often precludes him from taking time off. The rest of the family? Well, they say they'll visit, but I won't hold my breath. They never did before. And, I'm ok with that. It's reality. I know it's reality for many of you too. Everyone gets excited about your next duty station and swears they will visit and maps out the really cool places to go and then....and then.....and then you are PCSing again and they never visited. Same old story.
People always want you to come "back home". For us military folk, home is mobile. No, not Bama for the collective audience, but it's mobile as in transient. We move a lot. *cue sad Miranda Lambert song* I'm such a contradiction, I know. Go with it.
So, "back home" isn't always something we all have. Sometimes it's nothing we want. Other times, it's something we know we'll get back to after that golden twilight tour--maybe. Why can't "home" come to us? The home that is our family/friends anyway? They can see life from our new vantage point? Walk a mile or a minute in our shoes - check out the local flavors we are experiencing.
Alright, so many times finances are an issue. BUT, they are for us too. We don't have the financial means (usually) to travel back and forth between "temporary military home" and "back home". Even if we did, we have so little time in one area - really - 2- 4 years, that why travel "back home". Oftentimes, our spouses are working crazy hours or underway that the little time he or she is home, we'd just rather spend it together - not traveling.
Watch out for that slipper, sudsy stuff on my soapbox and the vicinity thereof.
Stepping down now.
So, I don't have time for tears right now. I need all the strength I can muster to forge through this crazy season and keep the kids reminded that this is normal for us. They don't have to see sadness surrounding this. And, I apologize if I can't console you friends and family when this is so hard on you. I really just can't. I hope you know that it's because this is life. It's good. It's all good.