Our family is in a season of starting over.
The house, the job, the framework of a life beyond the military one we left behind is all abstract and hypothetical right now. We’re living with family for the moment, which means all the routines of our normal life are upended, including strict bedtimes. We occasionally look at houses for sale online and then I proceed to do the next logical thing, which is to shop for area rugs that would look nice within them.
It’s a funny thing to move ‘home’ to Colorado. I’ve always called this state home and yet now I’m realizing how I’ve made meaningful homes out of other places, too. We’ve established a sense of home in the military community, in the suntanned village of San Diego, even in the identity of moving every few years. To stay is a nerve-wracking venture for us, especially when leaving has been our norm, our pride, our talent.