I don’t talk about my life as a military wife that often. I’m not really sure why, either. I think maybe it has to do with that fact that it’s always changing and uncertain.
But the one question I’ve been getting a lot lately is: Do you know when and where you’ll be moving?
The answer to that, simply, is: No.
And the follow-up question is usually: How can you do that--not know where you’re going?
Trust me, I surprise myself on that one, too. By nature (or maybe nurture?) I am A Planner. I am A List Maker, and am truly obsessed with planning every little detail. So naturally, one would think not knowing where we are moving to in roughly three months would drive me insane. But it doesn’t.
I am living this life for the adventure God has planned for my little family and me. We have some guesstimates of where we may be living next: Hawaii, San Diego, Virginia, South Carolina, Guam, Washington, Japan... but most likely we will not find out until about a month before we are set to leave. That's right, folks... I said ONE MONTH before we are set to leave. We’ve already begun taking necessary precautions on the chance we get shipped overseas, such as getting the girls their first passports, and quarantining our dog (which is really just making sure he stays in the house and backyard).
Another question I get asked quite often is: Where do you want to go?
And my answer is: Far Away.
It’s true. I do. (Sorry Mom & Dad!) I don’t like the thought of being far away from family (even though we are already an eight hour drive away), but the way I see it is:
Why the heck not?!
We have this whole world surrounding us and I don’t want to live my life never seeing it. Life is too short to stay in your comfort zone!
When I think about it too deeply, I tend to get very misty-eyed over the thought of Emmalyn leaving her friends. She has made some of the greatest friends at school over the past two years and I’m going to be so sad to pull her away from them. I’m sad for her, but I’m also sad for me, because I’ve made some pretty stellar friendships as well. It really does put knots in my stomach when I think about not seeing them on a regular basis.
But that’s military life.
And there are so many more pros to the cons. So all I can say is, thank goodness for Facebook, FaceTime, and airplanes!
Have you ever made a really big jump in your life, moving far away? If so, how did you deal?