Ok, I will be the first to admit that I did not have the best attitude when I arrived. That is what you get when fate sends you to a place you never even remotely had a desire to live.
Go easy on me fellow military spouses. I may be new at this, but I’m no wallflower.
Getting sent to Oklahoma was a sort of “buzz kill” for our first big army adventure, having lived in several states on the east coast, and travelling all over the world. It did get better though, and the story will have a happy ending.
Snow on the ground, as flakes continue to fall. I watch the movers pack up the contents of our little house on Rosehill Road.
It was our first home and we made it our own. We lived there for over seven years, mostly spent renovating with our heart and soul. So much character. Like a little English cottage with its stone walkways. It fit us.
Campfires and sled rides. Sometimes a house isn’t just a home. It’s where we brought our babies home for the first time– where they learned to crawl, and took their first steps.
Leaving would always be hard, especially when you didn’t want to.
One last glance and I can hardly look. A moment suspended in time.
Say goodbye, as we pass over the rolling hills of Ohio, and onto the sheer flat Oklahoma plains.
Winter time: bare trees, no snow, just dead, brown grass. Barren.
A page being turned in the book of our life. But this story is really just beginning.