We moved

Okay, the move is over and I've been mulling over somethings.  This will be a pretty random post.

I'm so glad to have left the old duty station.  I was really bi-polar on the place and everything around.  I miss some people there but I find myself oddly content here in our new/old location.  We moved back in to our house - we bought it in 2001.

I know they say you can't go home again...but you can.  I've done it three times now.  Twice as a kid.  Going back to Florida after a year in Saudi Arabia (I was 5-6) - worked okay.  I didn't know any different and we got a cool new house when we got back.  The second time was right after 7th grade - and nothing was the same.  It was painfully obvious things had changed.

This time, I knew things would change.  I'd visited a few times and kept in touch with my friends - who have proven over and over that they are TRULY my friends.  I knew to be patient and accept things for what they were.  It was a welcome site to pull up here at home, met by a friend bearing all kinds of wonderful goodies - and most importantly my keys.

The first week, I managed to see nearly everyone I wanted to.  There are still a few random friends I haven't had a chance to see - but I know it's coming.  I have all the time in the world.

I think I'll leave the condition of the house and the fiasco that has become until later.  I'm still pretty bitter.

You know you made the right decision when things just fall in to place.  Hubby has been all over the map about what to do post-retirement.  A few days here and he was on back on a plan and passionate about it.  Things are coming together for our post-Army lives.

My heart is healing - most of the scars from the last duty station are fading memories.  I'm so excited for what comes. 

I'll try to do more later!