Ever heard of the phrase, “moving on to bigger and better things?” So have I. When we PCS’ed (Permanent Change of Station) from Fort Hood, TX, I thought moving on to another duty station would contain bigger and better things. I loved Texas and everything it offered. The people, the town, and the job I had. Frequent moves are sometimes for the best, and sometimes they’re not. Moving was always something that was no different this time than the last 7 times.
I grew up in a small town, Hartwell, GA. Ever heard of it? I’m sure you haven’t. Small town of over 4,000 people. It’s my home, and it always will be. I grew up in one house for 12 – 13 years, then onto a rental home for about a year and then finally, I was in my “forever” home. At the age of 22, it was time for me to spread my wings and fly. I had graduated college with a 4 year bachelor degree in Healthcare Administration.
Time for my first big move! Guess who’s going to Texas?
(day of graduation)
That final day in Georgia was so bittersweet, but I knew only good things awaited me. Times were different with my husband and I. Being apart was extremely hard for us, but I was so excited. I had a flight the very next day and I was off to start my new life.
This was not my first PCS with my husband. He had experienced this whole Army life before I did, so I didn’t exactly understand the acronyms and what entailed within those acronyms. Moving away from my family was the hardest thing I ever had to do. That day in the airport, I held back the tears and walked away to security and left my parents staring into the glass wall. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it, but I did. It was time for me to grow up and move out of my parents house for good.
That very night of May 3rd, 2015, my adult life officially began!
(the first month of living together)
That first month together felt like a fairytale. I had never felt more amazing about starting a life with my husband forever. It was my first major move out of the state of Georgia and I had never felt more of a grownup. I was a stay at home wife for the first 7 months I lived in Texas, and the more I did it, the more I HATED it. I was driving myself insane being home ALL the time.
I wanted to get out of the house and do things with other people. I felt that I had no one in the beginning and all my sanity went out the window. My husband stayed gone majority of the first couple months I lived there.
You know the phrase, “Netflix and chill?” Exactly. Netflix and ice cream was literally my best friend every night before bed. I just wanted to be back in my hometown with my family. I was furious with this life. I had no friends. no job. My husband was barely there, and I understood what my husband has been through this whole time. For the first couple years of marriage, we were apart. He was by himself and I was off doing my thing with my family. I never truly understood what it was like for him to be alone.
Moving from a small town to being around family to being in a new place, 4 states away and not knowing anyone was the hardest thing I ever did. I am a stronger individual and even stronger Army wife with this life and I’m so thankful for this experience.
Fort Hood back to Georgia. Finally, I’m home again. Family is around me and I can go home whenever I want. Family is everything to me. This was my first PCS move to another duty station and it honestly, it was quite difficult. I haven’t had a great taste about this new duty station, but I’m going to make the most of it and make new friends and do things differently.
Life of an Army Wife.