What She Wore: Navy blue skirt with little white polka dots; white polo with a ruffle around the collar and cuffs; navy blue slides with a small white bow, and a kitten heel.
Having a blog is a great chance to get a little clarity. Sometimes, you realize something after you’ve gone to the trouble of writing it, and other times someone else has to point them out to you.
Moving is one of the hardest parts of being a military spouse. I mean, I don’t like deployments, but I take them in relative stride. But moving is another story. I put down roots, invest myself in a community and it’s children, and then I get the pleasure of leaving all that behind and starting over again. This was one of the big reasons I didn’t want to move again. People know me, I have friends at work and at church, and I’m starting to find my way in this place.
But yesterday I got an e-mail that gave me a little clarity.
After reading my latest blog, my brother sent me an e-mail letting me know how excited he was about our plans to move home. I realize that I have roots there too. Maybe I don’t have roots that I put down myself, but I have a different kind: family, history, culture.
And all the people I feel bad about leaving behind? Well, I left behind friends and family, and favorite restuarants–at least this time I’ll be returning to some of these things too. It could be worse.
So, I’m gearing up: a baby and a move!
PS: Forgot forgot! Have I mentioned that my school is specifically designed for working with kids with low socio-economic status? Did I mention that 85% of the kids I teach recieve government assistance to help pay for their school lunch? Well, we got a new girl today and she is none of those things. She’s moved to our school from one the most affluent private schools in the area. I won’t get into the whys of the whole thing, but I am SO interested. I think this will be complete culture shock for her. Complete.