First, a huge thank you to my sweet friends who commented on my previous post! It is nice to hear such encouraging words about what was, admittedly, a tough decision.
Now, for the funny part. Guess what! We are moving in the spring! Up until 10:30 this morning I thought that we were moving next year, between October and January. Now we are moving between February and May. Aaaaahhhh!!! For the last 2 years I have anticipated this day. I have hoped for it like a 5 year old looks forward to Christmas morning. Now it's here, and it is so out of the blue, that I don't even really know how I feel about it!
There are so many things that I don't know about this next move that I can't even begin to answer any questions about it. We have a list of options. We will submit our "dream sheet" in a few weeks. ( For those of you not familiar with this process, it works a little bit like Rush). We will find out the last week of October where we're going. Unless something changes before then. Which is unlikely. (I know that's not the right way to punctuate those thoughts, but I want you to hear how breathless I FEEL right now.
That means I will be putting my house on the market in a few months. That means that I may only have one semester to work at my exciting new job. That means that while I am elated to be leaving the desert and the geographic isolation here, I am absolutely devastated to be leaving my close friends before I'm ready to give them up! It's really hard to put words to what I am feeling right now.
I'm going to tell you how I found out about this move. It's a comic, yet real, illustration of what life as a military family can be like. I went to base this morning to meet with Nick's commander about a new job I'm doing within the squadron (key spouse). Nick was going to walk me to his commander's office. When I called to tell him I was waiting in the parking lot he said, "Okay, I'm on my way and I have earth shattering news." I asked if he was being sarcastic and he said no. I stood outside in the drizzle (yes, it was really drizzling) and braced myself. I was sure he was going to tell me he was deploying in a week or something. He walked out of his building and told me that we have been bumped back to the spring move cycle. And that we have the list of options. And that we have to submit it in less than 2 weeks. And that we'll find out before Halloween.
Here's how you know this isn't my first rodeo. My heart didn't even miss a beat. I just said okay, and asked Nick how he wanted me to feel about it. He said it doesn't matter because it's happening. So I said okay again and we walked over to my meeting. Wham bam thank you ma'am and that was the end of it. After my meeting Nick handed me The List and asked me to look over it so we could talk about it tonight. We were very calm, very businesslike. After all, we are in the military. Moving and adjusting is what we do.
I'd be lying if I told you that I'm not a ball of energy and emotion right now. Swinging like a pendulum between the highs and the lows. But what I keep coming back to is just, straight, laughter. It took me two years to get to a place of relative peace about my life here. But I finally did it. I mapped out the next year and a half. I had it all planned, how I would help Evie to grow and thrive, and how I would thrive here too. And wouldn't you know, that's when God laid down his trump card. PCS. (Permanent Change of Station).
So maybe one takeaway here is that next time I'll just jump in with both feet right from the get-go. Or maybe there's no takeaway at all except that I am not in control here. I've never really harbored that illusion, but this is a great reminder. So whether in this moment I feel like shaking my fist at the sky or leaping up to give the Big Man a high five, I acknowledge that this is all HIS plan, HIS purpose, and I am just along for the ride. Here's to figuring out the next stop on this journey!