We’re moving. Again. We knew it was coming as we were in Montgomery only for a year while my husband was attending a military school. (For the record, this makes our third move in three years.) Even though we knew it was coming, it’s taken me a while to wrap my head around the reality of where we’re going.
My husband and I spent countless hours speculating where we’d be headed this summer. We talked DC, Colorado, back to Florida, and Germany. And, still, when the official word came that we will be moving to Germany I was in shock. Total shock.
Initially I was really excited about returning to Germany. We lived there for several years and my son was born there. (For anyone familiar, we were stationed at Spangdahlem before and will be going to Ramstein Air Base this time.) I loved it when we were there, but the idea of moving with a 5 year old, 3 year old and infant is beyond intimidating. It’s just so.far.away. So far. As time has passed and the move has become more of a reality I’m getting increasingly sad (for lack of a better word).
Selfishly, I’m sad that I’ll miss out on many professional opportunities. I’ve already had to turn down my dream blog job, and I’ll miss countless trips, conferences and get togethers that are oh so important for networking. But, more importantly, I’m sad for my family. I’m sad my kids will be living an ocean and very expensive plane tickets away from their grandparents.
I am trying to be excited, but at the moment it’s really hard. I’m sure the moment we land in Germany I’ll be thrilled. It really is an amazing opportunity for my entire family and I can’t wait for our European adventures.