I guess it is time to talk about the move here. Maybe it will be therapeutic for me. I am having a more difficult time than I thought that I would.

Here is the deal.

We moved to our current location six years ago. We begged, borrowed, and pleaded to get here. He did three years at sea. Then, the Navy worked its magic, and we were able to stay here on shore duty another three years. In my husband’s rate, it is nearly impossible to stay in one location for more than one tour. So this was a big deal. We told everyone he would retire after this tour because that was the plan. We bought a “for a long time” house.  We invested ourselves heavily in our church, our homeschool group, and, it should go without saying, our family. Now, he has decided not to retire (for good reasons), and we are moving.

This is a big move. We are going to move across the country. We are also moving in less than 3 months. The Navy chose to drag their feet filling the billet. Now we have the pleasure of telling everyone who we love that we are moving and moving soon. It is a huge surprise for them, and it has been much more painful than I thought it would be.

Me. I had told myself that I wouldn’t have any trouble moving. I have done it before. It wouldn’t be the first time that I have moved away from my family. I had told myself that it would be fine. However, last time I moved from family I was much younger and we were moving to Singapore. Who wouldn’t find excitement in that? This move isn’t nearly as exciting. When people hear where we are going, I get a “oh.” Yep. That is how I feel about it too. This move is far less exciting than a move overseas.

The oldest. He is troubled more than I thought he would be. He only has a year before he graduates and is off to college. Anyone can do anything for a year, right? That is what I am telling him.

My girl. Depressed but not angry. She doesn’t want to talk about it. She has some very close friends and a good babysitting job. I know it is going to be hard for her to lose both. It is also going to be hard for the mom that she babysits for. It is handy that we homeschool because my daughter can babysit during school hours. I feel bad for causing her that hardship. I hope that she can make a good friend at our new duty station. It has to be difficult to be 15 and have to start over. She isn’t the first and won’t be the last, but that doesn’t make it easier.

Freckle Face. Not good. Not good at all. He is in complete denial. He won’t even discuss it. I try to talk about it with him, and he changes the subject. I am worried about him. Worried that he is going to take a long time to recover. I know that he is strong and will be fine, but my heart hurts for him now.

This whole move better go well. That is all I have to say about that.

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