It's that time again. We've heard the AF has plans for my husband, and we'll be moving to Warner Robins, GA. We found this information out WAY back in December. I've had a long time to process it. Most of my friends know that it wasn't the assignment my husband expected. But we are ready for it and he is excited and ready for the challenge.
Being a military BRAT (and yes, I am proud to say BRAT), I always dreaded my dad's next assignment. It always seemed as though it would be time to move right when I was starting to feel comfortable at the current location. I would have just begun to let my guard down, let people in, and have real friends. I would actually begin to like the place I had been dragged to by my toenails, and now the AF was telling my parents that we had to move again!!! I swore as a teen that I would never, ever marry a man in the military, and never, ever put my own children through the same social difficulties that I had been through.
What do ya know? I fell for a military guy. Ugh. What does this mean? Either I have to break up with him (not an option), convince him that serving and defending our country was not the right career path for him (again, that's out), or suck it up and realize that maybe it wasn't all that bad growing up as a military BRAT. Of course, I choose Option #3. You just can help who you fall in love with. :)
After all that, in my married life, I have had to say goodbye to a lot of friends who felt more like family, set up our house on more than a few occasions, redecorate because what we had in the previous house no longer fit in the new one (i.e., mostly curtains, storage containers, etc.), and just simply suck it up.
In all of our assignments, I have argued and found every reason under the sun as to why we can not possibly go to the next place, in hopes that the AF will change it's mind and let us just stay where we are, with all the great people that are already there. This particular time, I told myself that I would not make excuses, I would just go. Go to Georgia, experience all the new people, places, food, culture. Go and enjoy this opportunity.
Yesterday during my run, I wondered why I wasn't trying to get my husband to retire - as I have done the past three assignments. Where was my "negative nelly" persona? Was it manifesting itself in other ways, like..."will my husbands health condition keep up from going?", "will my daughter's medical needs prevent the assignment from going through". Yes it was! After that realization, I came home and vowed to be more positive ~ like I started out to do in the first place. GA is a good assignment for my husband, there will be services available for our daughter, and my husband's health will be resolved soon. There more than likely will be wonderful people there too. We are a very lucky, happy family and not everyone gets the opportunity to see so many different parts of the country. No more negative nelly living here. At least I hope not!
You go girl!!! I didn't grow up in the military community at all, so when Mark decided to join, it was like joining a completely different world! I think you are doing a fantastic job in dealing with all of the craziness that is being thrown your way. :)
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