It's time to move, again. This will be duty station number 3 for us since we got married.
I had never moved until I went to college, and really thats not a legit move. So when I got married and moved to Denver it was my first real move. And since then I have realized, I hate moving. Once we get to the new city and get unpacked and make our new rental cozy and homey i'm fine. But the actual packing and moving and then unpacking itself is horrible. It's even worse when you have to do it pretty much every year. So while we are USMC nomads I am trying my hardest to make each apartment/condo/house into a home while conquering my hatred for moving boxes.
When you move around a lot, and especially when you leave your childhood home for good, your definition of home changes drastically. Obviously the house I grew up in where my parents still live, will always be home to me on some level. But it's important that we feel at home wherever we are.
Its the period of unrest that is the hardest.
Those few weeks when we are completely unsettled and can't find anything. It's because home to me has become something different. In our life where the only constant is change, the things that make me feel home don't have anything to do with our location. Home has become all about us, about my husband and our dog, our silly little traditions, pictures of our families and valued treasures that we have collected from our travels. So when we are in that stressful, messy in between stage, when I can't find the coffee pot or the picture that sits on my nightstand, I have to remind myself that soon, the new house will become my favorite place.
Home, sweet home.
When you move around a lot, and especially when you leave your childhood home for good, your definition of home changes drastically. Obviously the house I grew up in where my parents still live, will always be home to me on some level. But it's important that we feel at home wherever we are.
Its the period of unrest that is the hardest.
Those few weeks when we are completely unsettled and can't find anything. It's because home to me has become something different. In our life where the only constant is change, the things that make me feel home don't have anything to do with our location. Home has become all about us, about my husband and our dog, our silly little traditions, pictures of our families and valued treasures that we have collected from our travels. So when we are in that stressful, messy in between stage, when I can't find the coffee pot or the picture that sits on my nightstand, I have to remind myself that soon, the new house will become my favorite place.
Home, sweet home.
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