We've already been through 3 moves and one deployment in the seven years Neal has been in the Army, and we are getting ready to have our 4th PCS just after Thanksgiving. (PCS: Permanent Change of Station. Laughable since this is our second in six months.) This pretty much ensures that we will be living in a hotel over Christmas. Hotels can be pretty bleak when you have two littles.
On one hand, moving is super exciting. You get a new place to live and explore, a new house, a fresh start and a chance to reinvent yourself. It's also pretty awesome when you have to run out for something in your yoga pants, no makeup, and ponytail and you have no fear of running into people you know. ;) It can also be stressful. Beyond the actual pack-out and move, you have to say goodbye to friends (and family, if they live close), leave a house full of memories, and find a new church, school, and learn your way around a town you may only live in for six months.
Another thing that is hard about moving is just being the Mom. You can't openly grieve the loss of the home your babies first walked in, you have to try and make meals in hotel rooms with just a mini-fridge, and guess who upacks when the movers dump 200 boxes/10,000 pounds of crap in your house and your kids start school in 6 days? This gal.
One thing that these huge upheavals have taught me is the importance of gratitude. I am so thankful for my family. Thankful for my husband who is an ever-present help with the kids. Thankful for my kids who make me laugh when I just want to give up, curl into a ball, and eat a king size Snickers bar. Thankful that the Army actually does provide us with packers and movers so that we have only to instruct and unpack. Yes, they break and sometimes steal our stuff, but when you move four times in 7 years, packing it all would be sanity-crushing. I have also learned that home for us is any place when we are all together. Home is the car when we are in it for three days driving across country. Home is the hotel room we will live in for six weeks. Home is the house where we adorn our walls with pictures of our adventures. Home is truly in our hearts and I am grateful for that. I'm also thankful for a God that cares about me, listens to my griping when I can't do it out loud, and gives me strength when I have none.
PCS? A-Ok. Bring it on.
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