That time is here again…time to pick up, pack up, cut ties, & move on to the next adventure. After so many years of moving and living the nomadic life of a military family, there comes a point where it almost becomes an “itch”. A sort-of internal clock that goes off and says, “Ok, that’s it…pack it up, our time here is done”. It almost brings a level of anxiety with it. Our alarm went off prematurely here in NY and at 2 years we were ready to go, but it wasn’t our time. Now, after 4 years we are more than anxious to go and there is a heightened excitement after waiting that extra two years.
We selected where we might like to go, before a deadline, in the fall of last year. Then, the fun part comes…WAIT, and WAIT, and WAIT some more. The holidays help keep the mind off of the waiting, but once they are over and all of the decorations are packed away…the waiting become more difficult. Each day through the most barren days of winter are punctuated by that wait.
You wait until one day…finally, your orders come in. Our orders this year say…Alaska. Enter: punch to the solar-plexus. After catching your breath on that one, it’s time to inform family & friends. Social media, like Facebook, have made this SO much easier. Kind-of a one-stop shopping for announcements of that nature. And then the reactions start rolling in…
Much to our amusement, the most common reaction is concern. This encompasses everyone from perfect strangers to close friends. Yes, we knew what we were doing when we put Alaska on our list and we are excited for the adventure. Honestly, is there a bigger adventure than leaving the Concrete Jungle and moving to the Last Frontier? The move in itself will be an adventure and we are already planning some awesome stops along the way. The worst part about moving to Alaska is the missing family element. We will no longer be within a day’s drive of home. But, just imagine what we will be able to teach our children (& learn ourselves) along the way. It is a simpler life…and THAT I am looking forward to the most.
Our move is now in the beginning processes… declutter, organize, & downsize. Another wonderful thing about being military…the need to “spring-clean” isn’t so pressing since you do a massive one every two to four years…lol. Now if we could just get this blasted snow to melt so we could get busy! The itch is getting to me…naptime is a-wastin’! Off to make a little dent…
I love our life…
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