We are in our last year in the military. It is hard to believe that we have spent over 19 years in as Active Duty AF. When Les entered the military, we were looking at staying in just a few years for him to get some accounting experience under his belt. Seven bases, ten houses, and two children later, we are staring down our last few months. It is a fantastic feeling to know that next year at this time, we will be free. Don’t get me wrong, it has been a wonderful experience. But, after being born into the military, and then coming back into it as a wife, I am ready to have a little freedom.
We have an issue though because now where we move is not dependent on Les finding a job. I have a feeling he will either go to work-at least part time- or go to school. He LOVES school. So, he might just go ahead and get his Ph D. Thanks to the take off of my career in the last couple of years, we are in a place we can live anywhere. And there is where the problem is.
Our home state is Texas. I won’t move back there. It is hot and I am allergic to the state. My youngest and I spent more time there sick than we did well. So that makes it worse. Where shall we live?
None of us know. Since most of you know I am a Capricorn and our motto is “Plans do not fail. You fail to plan.” So, I am freaking out a little bit. Okay, a lot. I am married to a Cancer who could care less about plans. Yeah, we butt heads on how to handle things.
We have narrowed it down to mostly two places: The Mid Atlantic to Northeast and Seattle, WA. There is some talk of Hawaii, but that is mostly it. Paying 50K to get my dogs there via a charter jet is not on the menu. And for some reason, Les says we can’t afford the 5 million dollar house I picked out. I thought it was really rude, but there you have it.
Eleven months left and we have no idea where we are going. So, if you here me start to freak out a little in the next few months, THIS is the reason…or it could just be that I am a nutjob author.