I'm sitting here waiting for the knock on the door. I should probably be doing a little more organizing but oh well. Today is the start of the moving insanity. Strangers packing up our belongings. I'm still trying to figure out why they are starting on a Friday, leaving us to stare at boxes all weekend but I suppose after living the military life as long as we have, I should stop trying, lol.
Last night as I was going through our extra bedroom (aka the junk room), I started to feel a bit sentimental. I was looking around the room at the different piles and realized that this room could tell the story of our time here. I had binders with information about both FRG's that I served in. I still had my folder with my training for the first AFAP I did here. There are bags with different class props for the different modules for AFTB. I have PTA binders. Boxes of pics of the boys in different stages and ages of their life.
I have copies of memorial service bulletins and newspaper articles about our fallen friends. I came across a couple CD's I compiled that I dubbed an Army Wife Mix, that as I listened to, brought different memories, some causing tears and others laughter.
I look back at our time here, about the people who have come into our lives. It's bittersweet to leave here. But we are ready.
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We wish you the best in the next couple of weeks!
Good luck with today, and the rest of the move. I know by this time in the day they are finished doing whatever they will do for today so I am sure you are sitting amongst chaos and boxes, and hopefully going out to your favorite restaurant for dinner.
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