With the holidays in full swing…I had one of my moments today.
Am I ever going to feel like I’m home?
We currently own the house that we live in…but it will probably be the last home that we buy until Hubby decides to get out of the military and that won’t be for another 15-20 years if we’re lucky. Some of you other military ladies must know what I’m talking about here. The process of buying and selling a home is just way too complicated to fathom doing every few years. :/
As an Air Force family, we are slated to move every 3 years (we’ll move more frequently the longer my husband stays in)…just around the time when you finally feel like you’re perfectly at ease with a town and then BAM! You’re yanked out and sent somewhere new. This can be a completely welcomed move (which when we get orders out of Dover, I can’t tell you how happy I’ll be!) or it can be sad to leave a place that you love (I’m realizing how much I actually miss living in Colorado Springs). And yes…I knew I was getting into this when I married my husband but things never seem to get easier.
There are options as a military family…you have the option to live on base, but from everything I’ve learned, seen, and read about…it’s not always the best option. Sure you get a home, but depending on the base…it might be really old, not in great condition, or you might have neighbors that are super inconsiderate of the fact they share walls with you. And on the other hand, it could be completely the opposite and living on base might be great. We’ve just chosen to not live on base so that my Hubby can have a break and not feel as if he’s at work 24/7. We love the Air Force…but we don’t want to let it rule all aspects of our lives (no eating, sleeping, and breathing the military, lol!).
And at our next base (we aren’t moving yet…we still have a while here) we will rent a house. And I get sad…not that there is any problem with renting…but just sad that we won’t get to make personalizations. No painting walls, no picking out carpet, no upgrading the counter-tops to granite….no making it ours. You can decorate all you want…but I can’t chart Mabel’s growth on her closet wall or walk into my family room 10 years from now and remember the spot where she first started to crawl. This house will be many bases behind us by then.
I really want a chalkboard wall but I guess for now a cork-board will have to do. Maybe I’ll just have to jazz it up with fancy thumbtacks to make myself feel better.
Ultimately ‘home’ is what you make of it…
Easier said than done, especially when you want to set down roots (not to mention how nice it would be to live by family so we’d have babysitters on hand, lol!). But for now, we’re a military family and I’ll continue to have my moments of wondering how regular families live. On the flip side, Mabel will get to experience places and people that she would otherwise never get to experience if we weren’t a military family.
So this is the quote I’ll have to live by for the next however many years until we get our forever home:
And this is what I’ll look forward to…someday when I’m in my 40′s:
A girl can dream, right?
A gorgeous older home (all fixed up of course) with a little white picket fence. A home…our home…where I can do whatever to the walls, customize the bathrooms and create more memories that will fill the rest of our lives.
Are you a military family? Or are you in another situation that you can relate? Leave me a comment.
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