I moved again today. I seem to be doing this a lot lately. My parents and I packed up my car with the stuff I will need for a week and a new job (yay). Then Rigel and I loaded in and drove to Fayetteville (Arkansas, that is, there IS life outside of Ft. Bragg).
And I start a new job tomorrow! I will be working in the fund development department of the state Girl Scout council. I was a Girl Scout of 11 years (yep, 11 years!) so I am excited to see behind the scenes about how they do all this great work for the girls.
And I get my new apartment on 1 December. Just in time for household goods to arrive and Joe to start terminal leave. We still don't know if he will be home for Christmas or not, but I am trying to stay positive about the whole thing.
I am VERY excited to be living in Fayetteville again though. I spend my college years here and it's always felt like home. I have already reconnected with some friends (people who where more eager to see me again than people in my hometown who I've known for over 2 decades, but I digress). And driving through town brings back to many wonderful memories. I drove by the apartments where Joe proposed to me.
It seems like I've been gone forever, when in reality, it's only been 5 years. But an "Army year" just seems longer, doesnt it? I've moved twice, got my Masters, and sent my husband to a war zone in those 5 years. Yeah, seems longer to me.
3 years ago