We start packing out in 12 days; that’s less than 2 weeks. Yesterday we loaded up our Sequoia because my husband needed to go back down to Florida to do the final walk-through inspection on our new house. Water and electricity should be up and running before the weekend is over. He’s also put in an application for a job, so he wanted to be there in person to check on that. There are things the moving company will not pack and things we don’t want them to pack – too many broken or missing items in previous moves – so he took some of that down with him.
So, another week alone with the kids. They are not out of school til next Thursday, so I still have my days to myself to get ready for the move. I’m also trying to keep a regular routine going with working out, blogging, etc., but I know that some of that will have to be put on a back burner for a couple of weeks while we are packing, cleaning, travelling, and unpacking.
The kids keep going back and forth on their feelings about moving. In general, they are excited. We are going to be closer to lots of family. We aren’t going to move again (well, except down the street when our final house is built). We’ll be in Florida, where they were all 3 born and my husband and I were raised. They can go watch the UF Gators sports teams live just about anytime they want to.
Last night, however, our oldest son started to back-track and say he isn’t looking forward to the move as much. I think some of that has to do with his girl friend of a year and a half. She is the first person he’s ever gone out with, and they’ve had each other’s friendship for the past 2 school years. I can understand his feelings. Our daughter and youngest son have made a few good friends but no best friends. They are used to leaving friends behind and stay in touch with several through e-mail and Facebook now. As with all of our moves, we try to make it as easy a transition as we can. I know as they are getting older, that it is getting harder, though. I am glad that this will be our last military move. We really have been lucky to have been stationed in so many great places. The things we’ve seen and experienced most people wish for. But now it’s our time to pass the torch. My husband officially retired Monday morning at 12:01 am. We just happened to be up watching the women’s college softball world series, so I was able to congratulate him and give him a little retirement gift.
I wasn’t there when he joined the military 27 years ago yesterday. He served in the Army Reserves for 7 1/2 years during high school and college. After graduating, he decided he wanted to fly for the military, and the Navy recruited him. Lucky for me, the Army didn’t have any slots for commissioned aviator officers at the time, and he went to Pensacola for Navy flight school. We met about a month after he arrived, and here we are today, 19 years later, with 3 wonderful children. I am so proud of my husband; of his 44 years, 27 1/2 have been serving his country. He was also an Army brat his first 12, so most of his life all he’s known is the military. Here’s to his (and our family’s) smooth adjustment to civilian life – or maybe I should be saying, “Watch out everyone; here we come!”