Well, here we are. We made it safely from CA to Germany, all a little worse for the wear. We are excited to be here, but I think we need some more sleep before we can show it. I could tell you how hard the 11 hr plane trip was for me physically because of my recent surgeries, or how we had to pay for a new dog kennel ($75) at the airport because they didn't accept the one we had just bought the week before, or how my girls cried on the transatlantic flight because the stewardesses (oops I mean flight attendants) couldn't tell us whether or not our pet had made the connection, or how much my boys have missed their friends, or how c-c-c-cold it is here. Or how my hubby hit the ground running with work on Day 1 and we have barely seen him and how I've been feeling a little sorry for myself in a new place with no wheels (our van hasn't arrived yet). But I don't want to spend Easter weekend complaining. Really.
I was thinking about things this morning, and it suddenly hit me that this is our 4th move since '02, 3 of them being overseas moves or coming back from overseas. Wow. No wonder I'm tired. Hubby was also deployed to the Middle East twice during that time frame. So I'm giving all of us a little bit of grace for the time being.
Not to feel sorry for ourselves, but it's a reminder of what we deal with as part of our 'normal', and how much we need to be patient with each other. Most military wives I know living this life don't have time to blog about it too. I am starting to understand that, which is why my entries have been sparse of late.
I would say two necessary ingredients for the nomad lifestyle we enjoy would be flexibility and sense of humor. Which is funny to me that I even just typed that, because I grew up my whole life in the same town and definitely had a fear of new situations and people. God has a sense of humor! To think I would ever be encouraging others to 'go with the flow' is laughable if you knew the old me. I'm thankful He chooses to stretch us beyond what we think we're capable of.
Which reminds me--I need to go to the Post office this a.m. and hubby needs to draw me a map since I've never been there before. catch ya later.
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After being an AF brat and then marrying a Marine, I thought I'd be thrilled to be settled. But alas, there's Gypsy blood in me. I feel the stirrings again....