We’ve been in the preparation stage of exiting the army for about 8 months now, and here we are, finally coming down to the wire. All the decisions, all the prayers, all the worry and peace and questions. But here we are, and there’s no turning back. David has a few months left on his contract, but begins his terminal leave in just a few weeks (translation for you civilians: he will begin to use all of his saved vacation days) and we’re heading home to Oregon. Four of the kids and I will head out early (in just a couple of days!) to pave the way and find a place to settle – so we are packing, purging, and processing through all sorts of goodbyes.
This corner of Oklahoma has been home to me for the longest stretch of time since I moved out of my parent’s house 15 years ago, and the longest home base David and I have shared since marriage in 2002. David and I have lived in 7 states, 2 countries (3 if you count his deployment), and 10 houses in the 13+ years we’ve been married.
The last 4 years we have lived right here, in a home on a military base facing a freeway, in a little town which has grown to claim a Target (seriously, that was a happy day), surrounded by landscape held sacred to Native Americans for generations – a land that I felt privileged to take into my heart.
Isn’t that a lot to love?
These past 4 years in Oklahoma and past 5+ in the military have been such a gift. It’s been a wild and crazy adventure that has taken us through our happiest and hardest times, has given us our closest friends, has welded our hearts to people and places we otherwise would never have known. Even though we are moving “home,” I have to say this might just be the hardest of all the goodbyes we’ve said.