The Itch

No, I dont' have a rash.  I have the itch that all Military Wives get, the itch to move.  It's kind of funny, moving is a huge pain in the rear but after you've been a Marine wife for long enough, you can feel it in your bones when you come up on 2 years in the same place and you start daydreaming about where you want to go next.  Sometimes you get to move, sometimes you don't.  Right now I have the itch.  I'm ready to head back to the East Coast.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE it here but I can see us living there just as easily and happily and 2 years into living there I'll probably be ready for something else.

Moving is so therapeutic and frustrating and may cause you to need therapy but I feel like it shakes up your life in way that nothing else can.  You have to decide what you really want to take with you and pack and unpack and get to eliminate a lot of junk from your life.  Then you get the fun and frustration of setting up a whole new house.  You live in so many different houses that when it comes retirement time, you know EXACTLY what does and does not work for your family so you can plan and look for your dream house.



It takes a special person to live this kind of lifestyle and I think that God prepares us for it differently.  For me, it's that I get the itch.  I will miss things here and I will be super sad to leave, but the promise of a new adventure waits just behind every set of orders and I can't ignore that.

Comments

Candace said…
You're so right, it does take a special kind of person to do what you do, because the thought of moving TERRIFIES me!!! There are a few places that I would love to experience living there, but the thought of leaving here is just such a huge thought. LOL ;)

I hope you come close to where I am so we can knit together! :)
January 31, 2011 at 7:53 PM
Jernigan Family said…
My itch is so bad I gett giddy just thinking about going to TMO this month to schedule our move :) I would LOVE it if you came to Camp L with us :)
February 2, 2011 at 11:18 PM
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