Blazing through Navy life one duty station at a time.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Our week in pictures

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The three amigos

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Waiting for Pilot Pete to get out of his plane

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Last flight in the squadron...a great tradition!
East, baby!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

One last day

Today was out last day in Fallon.  It is so hard to believe that we have been here over three years now.  When we moved here we were new parents (and under 30!) without a clue.  We leave here older, wiser, and still clueless.  As I drove to the base today for the last time the soundtrack to Out of Africa played in the background as I  reminisced on all that has happened in the last three years.  (I know - overly dramatic on my part!)

In the beginning of our marriage, we moved twice in less than two years.  In those halcyon days, moving was exhilarating, challenging, and exciting.  This time it's a little different, and I have a feeling that this is the new standard.  It's no secret that I haven't loved living here, in the "Oasis of Nevada", and yet leaving is very bittersweet.  This is the only home our child has ever known.  He was a wee thing of three months when we moved out here, and despite living in two different houses over the past three years, moving across the country is a concept I'm not sure he fully comprehends.  How do you explain to your child he won't see his two best buddies for a good long while?  How do you explain that part of Daddy's job involves moving often?  These are the questions we are beginning to face as a military family.  The bottom line: I have no idea how to handle it.  We're learning and making it up as we go.  It's a constant battle and balance to figure out what he needs to hear and what he can handle.  I think it will always be a challenge.

We've been so lucky to meet amazing people everywhere we've lived, and Fallon has been no exception.  We've been able to spend a good deal of time with our two favorite families over the past few days.  They have taken care of us like family, and we will miss them terribly.  Tonight our imminent departure really sunk in, as Little Dude's friend E hugged him and said "I love you".  I nearly lost it.

Tomorrow our adventure starts as we're finally on the road.  I can't believe it's time.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

And so it begins...

Our move officially starts tomorrow, and I think we're about as ready as we can be.  Memories of our last move have been coming back to me over the last few weeks (we were definitely not prepared for the packers) so we've been trying to get as much done ahead of time as possible.  Our bags are packed, the walls are bare, and now all we can do it wait for the madness of packing to begin.  They've scheduled 2 days of packing and a day of loading the truck, so by Wednesday night this place should be empty.  Such a strange thought.  It's so hard to believe it's time. 

Stay tuned...