Eric and I scanned the last of our earthly belongings comparing it with the quickly deteriorating space in the truck and had to make some fast decisions. "The chairs are going, aren't they?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. "'Fraid so," he said. All of our belongings in a 26' truck I turned away … Continue reading The Magic of Home
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Gratitude, Always
There is tired, and then there’s tired. The kind of tired you feel when you have done way more than there is time for, more than you’d planned, and are sleep deprived on top of it all. It’s the kind of tired you feel when you have to tuck your chin down, keep your feet … Continue reading Gratitude, Always
Resilience
We always say it's not going to happen. We'll be there for each other, even after they move. Or we move. Or we both are flung to opposite sides of the world. And we swear, "This time. This time will be different. This time we'll really stay in touch." Military friends are a special breed. … Continue reading Resilience
Ready
To say I hate bugs would be an understatement. I've dealt with cane spiders (the size of my hand!), centipedes, and B52 bomber cockroaches in Hawaii, large and small spiders that crawl up the bath drain in Washington, water moccasins and fire ants in Florida and of course the beloved scorpions, mutant mosquitoes, crickets, wolf … Continue reading Ready
PCS Like a Four Year Old
I wrote this post a few weeks ago as a submission to another blog. They have passed, so I am posting it here. Sitting in the Navy Lodge smack dab in the midst of house hunting in our new duty station, it would be so easy to have a pity party. I want to have … Continue reading PCS Like a Four Year Old
What a PCS Move Feels Like
A PCS move, or military transfer, is a common thread for us active duty folks. Moving every 2-3 years for many of us, is simply part of the deal. There are those few lucky ones that may get to stay in one place for a couple of tours consecutively, but that isn't how it goes … Continue reading What a PCS Move Feels Like
Insomniac Ramblings
It's 12:02 a.m. Day 42 of our PCS/nomad existence. I cannot sleep. When I can't sleep, I write. My thoughts are all over the place tonight. I can't promise this will turn out coherent. I can't promise clarity, just some midnight ramblings... Robin Williams I wasn't alive when Kennedy was shot, but everyone that was knows … Continue reading Insomniac Ramblings
