Uproot me gently please
I am not a person who has a tremendous amount of rooting in one particular place. I was born and raised in Arizona, and then I lived in Asheville NC for 15 years. Now I live in TN, and soon we will live where ever the US Army says we should live. For some reason I am always resistant to moving.
Bryan and I were married in July 2003, and we moved me and the boys up here from NC after our honeymoon. It has taken me 3 1/2 years to get my roots. I have, in that time, started a small consulting business from my home. I have a handful of regular non-profit agencies that I consult on the matters of program building, program evaluation and I offer grant writing services. I have a church body who are like my extended family, and both sets of our parents are close by. My folks still live near Asheville, and Bryan’s folks are just down the street. Here I know where all of the shops are, and where I can find good coffee. I even found a little place that offers micro-brews on tap! Gosh, there’s no place like home!
We got what appears to be a reasonable offer on our home today. I am excited, and I am saddened. Our home is a lovely little cape cod style cottage. It is enchanting and cute. I have made it my own in many ways. The thought of taking my pictures off the wall just makes me sad. The thought of moving away makes me sad. The thought of my husband being gone for a very long time makes me very sad.
I am glad that the move will be so gradual. Deciding to keep the homestead in TN while he is at Ft. Benning was a hard choice, but the best choice for all of us. We knew we would never see him during BCT and OCS, and this way our roots can gently be taken up and made ready for transplant elsewhere at the appropriate time. I imagine our roots will become more tough and ready for moves as we adjust to this thing called Army life. Until then, be gentle with me and remember that my griefs of today are a little overwhelming.
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