J is only a few months away from coming off the trail. We thought by now we would know where we are going to be stationed at next but no such luck.
The whole process has always given me anxiety. I am excited for a new adventure, but I remember feeling like I was going to throw up driving here. All kinds of questions cross your mind on the trip to your new home for the next few years...
Will I like it?
Will I make friends?
How bad will our house suck?
Will my husband be home or will he deploy?
Will tickets home cost a fortune?
Ahh and so now to think about things as a mom it is a different. You have all of the above questions plus...
Will my son make friends?
Will we have kid neighbors for him to play with?
How are the schools?
How will he adjust to dad being gone when he deploys?
Will he like his new bedroom?
Oh gosh. J portrays that moves are easy that it is just part of the lifestyle. I get that but they are never easy for me. I can only imagine the anxiety I will face as orders come in and we make our way to our next home.
This by far has been my favorite duty station. I have made great friends, had great doctors for my infertility adventures, great opportunities, and plenty of things in the community to be involved in. Ohh plus I had a great home and great neighbors. Now I wonder how much longer I have here. Will we get orders eight months out or six weeks like the last time?
Soon we will find out,