When you’re a small child, a monster can be anything you fear; something underneath your bed, dentists, the dark, your floor turning to lava… anything. That imaginative sense of monsters carries over to your adult life to something much more realistic, now you deal with different kinds of monsters. I don’t generally go with the “woe is me” crowd simply because we’re a military family. I honestly don’t think we have it off any worse than the average American family at this point. I might change my tune had my husband been deployed more, but I’m one of the lucky Marine wives who’s gotten to keep her husband at her side for most of our marriage. I mean, life is no walk in the park, I assure you. I did just spend 3 years in a country I knew nothing about, thousands of miles from the only place I’ve called home and all of our family. And now, after all of the changes I went through personally during that time, I’m having to start all over again. Still thousands of miles away mind you, but at least on the same continent. Enter: PCSing.
This is our new home for the next few years. On a coast I’ve barely visited, in an area I know nothing about, and a handful of friends I’m only just getting to know. Such is the life of a military wife they say. The new monster? Stress. Every adult, EVER, has stress, if only a small amount. My stress? Probably miniscule in comparison. I worry about making our home just right, about trying to start school for both me and my son, about my husband being in a new shop, about just about everything possible. I catch myself doing it too, and realize that, I have it really, REALLY good. I stop myself. I have to stop battling the silly little stress monster, that honestly has no place in my life. He needs to take a hike, the little asshole.
I have a new house, new area, tons of new opportunities…this is going to be epic. So for now I’m going to enjoy all things new, and quit stressing myself into a frenzy about absolutely nothing. I had taken a break from my little blogaroo, because honestly no one wants to blog in the mindset of a PCS move. It’s terrible. None of it is fun, I assure you. I’m going to enjoy my new East Coast domain and all that it has to offer. From here on out I’ll be blogging from my little, okay not little, Southern home and hopefully shedding some light on life as military wife, part time stay at home mom, old lady student, and transplant from the West Coast. No seriously, my California-ness is kind of apparent here. I had Macklemore and Sublime pumping out of my car the other day and realized the VERY Southern woman in her Oldsmobile next to me had the most terrified look on her face. And when I use words like rad, gnarly, and dude, well… I might as well tattoo CALI across my forehead.
We’re going to have fun here.