It could be that I am stuck somewhere between re-writing chapters 2 and 3 and am totally stuck.
It could also be that I don't want to dive into the steady stream of laundry growing on my bed, of pool towels and swimsuits.
and it could simply be that I'm trying to keep myself from eating up the baked goods I've been making for my recent great meet-ups with friends.
or it could be that I just have the military spouse's One Year Itch.
I spent seven days researching Fort Campbell, KY. The week before that Fort Drum, NY, and this week...Fort Stewart, GA.
Do we have orders? Nope
Do we have even an inkling that's time to move on? Not really.
Was I given an indication that these are places that we will go to next? Uuu-no.
But I have to scratch the itch.
We have, after all, been here at our duty station for a year. I've fully settled into my house. Every bit of everything that's out of boxes is out and where it should be. We've even added to the current decor. That must mean it's time to go, doesn't it?
And I never want to be caught off guard on locations we may live. I've got four kiddos needing a safe place to live and great schools to go to. I've got to find out where the nearest quilt shop is, and if I have friends in the area whom I can love on. I'd like to know how how long it will take me to get to my nearest Targe'.
This type A researcher, the control freak who knows she is never really in control, the know-it-before-we-move-it woman, the expert of google and how-to-prepare-for-any-lastminuteFamilyfiasco...me...is an Army creation, a mutation of the typical stay at home mom and wife - slightly cooky to become obsessed about moving after being a year in station.
At least Hubby patronizes me. He is a great man, I've said already. He nods when I talk to him about the parks nearby our potential neighborhood I want to live in. He pats my head when I talk to him about how long it will take him to get to work. He mmm's and aaa's when I discuss new furniture and curtains.
He lets me scratch it, and scratch it good, because he knows that after I've taken my time to do it, and accepted that the itch will always be there, that I will finally settle down and enjoy, and appreciate, and relax.
...to gain my momentum and strength for when it's really time...
So, dear local friends, excuse my most recent topic of conversation, for as I blather on and on about Fort Whatever, know that in a couple of weeks time, I should be a-ok.
Have a great Friday, friends!