Eight weeks and one day (but who’s counting?)

John and I loaded up my Hyundai Santa Fe and left Belton, Texas, just a little over eight weeks ago to move to Little Rock. People keep asking me questions like, “Aren’t you glad to be back with Paul?” While I agree that being back with Paul is great, I also left our 18-year old daughter behind, never mind friends that John and I made over the past six and a half years. The past eight weeks and one day have left me in a constant state of ambivalence. I’m happy and sad at the same time. I hate being so far away from Catherine. We talk on the phone almost every day and we’ve Skyped a few times, but it’s not the same. One friend and I cried on the phone about her dog because he used to come to my house for doggy day care and play with Josie and curl up in my lap when I was at home.

John starts school on Tuesday, and fortunately we had some time between swim seasons to take a trip to Texas this week. We met one of his friends and her dad in Arlington on Monday and spent the day at Six Flags Tuesday. On Wednesday we drove to Belton, and John got to spend the night with another friend. I got to spend the night with Cindy and my favorite poodle. I also got to visit with a few friends, hang out with Catherine, and eat at one of my favorite Mexican food restaurants. John spent most of Wednesday with another friend, and then we spent the night in Waco with my sister and brother-in-law. On Friday, we hit the road again – this time to Coppell, Texas for a scrapbooking retreat with cousins, aunts, and my mom.

Strangely, or  maybe not so strangely, I feel rejuvenated, like I can move forward when we get back to Little Rock later today. I just needed to come back and get that personal connection with Catherine and friends. I still miss them, but I’m ready to face a new school year and new routine with a better attitude.

 

 

 

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Greetings from Arkansas (or “woo pig soooieee”)

Paul has been in Little Rock since last September, but John and I just arrived last Friday, June 15. We have a houseful of boxes to unpack, but I was able to unpack many of the kitchen boxes when I came up for closing in May. Paul unpacked still more kitchen boxes, and we have tons more boxes upstairs (mostly books, holiday decor, and paperwork). I really thought I would be further along in the unpacking process, but I just can’t get motivated. I guess I’m still homesick for my Belton friends, our daughter, and my extended family in Texas. We already have friends here, and that helps, but John and I left many good friends in Belton.

Moving stinks, and my previous post about TDY vs. PCS seems trite now that we have actually moved. Paul’s job situation is much better, though, and John’s swim club will challenge him even more. We also have curbside recycling (I added those in to keep from sounding too whiny).

I still miss my friends, and I remember feeling the same way when we left Little Rock in 2005. Did I mention moving stinks?

 

 

 

 

 

Army friends

When we moved to Belton over 6 years ago, one of my first friends was an Army wife. She and her children had just moved from Colorado Springs, and they were preparing for her husband’s delopyment. I also met another Army wife at church, and I became close friends with an Army wife who moved in down the street 5 years ago. I am friends with a retired Army wife, and Army spouses lived right across the street from us in our old neighborhood. In addition, I attended college in Killeen with Army spouses, Army service members, Army children, and retired Army personnel. Living so close to Ft. Hood, the largest U.S. Army installation in the world, I have learned quite a bit from my exposure to the military (especially from my good friend down the street). Here is some information I have gleaned over the years:

1. I noticed that my Army friends begin fixing up their houses immediately upon moving in. One friend told me that because of moving so often, she makes sure to get a new house unpacked and decorated as soon as possible.

My typical unpacking style takes several weeks, and I procrastinate with decorating (partly because I’m decorating-impaired). I hope to change that when we move to Little Rock in a few weeks, and I want to start hanging pictures right away. I also want to have a couple of rooms painted. I have a box left over from Topeka, KS (circa 1996) that I packed with miscellaneous items that I still need to empty. That box is one of the first on my list to unpack.

2. One family in particular amazed me with how quickly they integrated into Belton and surrounding areas, learning as much as they could about music, restaurants, outdoor activities, and other nearby attractions. I usually do a good job at meeting people since we’ve moved around quite a bit, but I don’t typically go out and explore new places very often. My friend’s enthusiasm has already influenced me  to try new things like hiking, taking the kids to DC by myself (while Paul was at a conference in Virginia), stand-up paddleboarding, kayaking, and attending concerts.

I’m looking forward to trying new things in Little Rock that we didn’t do when we first lived there. Several state parks are a day trip away, and the Little Rock downtown River Market area seems like a fun place to explore as well. I also look forward to checking out the music scene in Little Rock.

3. I have learned more acronyms in 6 years than I knew in my prior forty years combined. Here are some examples: SOP (standard operating procedure), DoD (Department of Defense), PCS (permanent change of station), TDY (temporary duty), and my personal favorite – PMS (Professor of Military Science). I also intern at the MCEC (Military Child Education Coalition), and they have their own sets of acronyms – LINN, SELI, MSTC, TMAS. My neighbor said she has made up her own acronyms over the years, including OMO (on my own).

On a trip to Little Rock recently, I found myself hoping that our move would be a PCS and not a TDY. We have moved many, many, many times in nearly 27 years of marriage (which is probably why I can identify somewhat with military families), and I just don’t feel like I can do it anymore.

I realized that even if we live in Little Rock for the rest of our lives, life is TDY and not PCS. We are not here permanently. As John so eloquently reminded me today, we are all going to die (he’s in that moody middle school phase). Nothing is permanent and change is inevitable along with death (thanks, John). My challenge is to make my time here on earth, whether Texas, Arkansas, or anywhere else, count for something. As one of my favorite songwriters, Michael Card, wrote, “When time reaches fullness, when I move my hand, I will bring you home. Home from your own place to a beautiful land, I will bring you home.”

Thanks to all my military friends for your patience with this civilian and  for teaching me to appreciate my family and my home even more. Most importantly, thank you for your service and sacrifice. Although I’ve faced moves and separations, I’ve never had to worry about my spouse or father in a war zone. I will miss you guys, and you will always have a special place in my heart.