Our week in pictures

Going

Going

Gone!

The three amigos

Waiting for Pilot Pete to get out of his plane

Last flight in the squadron...a great tradition!

East, baby!

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.

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...

Please pardon the interruption while we uproot our lives once more

Hi readers!  It's been a while, hasn't it?  What's that?  What have I been doing instead of blogging?  Truth is, not much.  I wish I had a more interesting excuse, but mostly I've just been lazy.  Of course there has been plenty going on around here.  I could have told you about the trip we took back home to Florida.  I could have told you about the fact that it was 50 degrees out for most of Memorial Day Weekend (crazy, right?).  But instead I haven't told you anything.  And, for a little while longer, I probably won't be telling you much of anything.


See, I had all these grand plans to keep blogging for the last little while, but our impending cross country move is requiring all my brain power.  I haven't done much for it, but I sure am thinking about it an awful lot.  This weekend was actually our first big push in terms of preparation.  The movers will begin packing our house a week from today, and for the first time in almost 8 years and 5 moves, we plan to get out in front of it.  We shredded 7.5 years worth of old documents we no longer need.  We cleaned and organized our garage.  We even washed and vacuumed the cars.  This week's plans look to be even more exciting, filled with fun activities like cleaning out a few closets, taking everything off the walls, spackling, and painting the patches.  Our last move felt a little frantic and hurried, so I have turned into a crazy lady trying to prepare for this one.  My poor husband.


I am hoping to blog while we're on the road.  We're taking 6 days to drive across the country, and while I'm sure much of it will be pretty boring, I have high hopes that some of it will be very exciting.  I'm going to do my best to share with you the exciting bits (unless you really want to know the boring stuff too, and then, well, who am I to deny you?).  The last time we did this we had a 3 month old who slept the whole time.  This time we have a 3 year old who will undoubtedly want to stop to pee every 5 minutes.  Yep, should be fun.


So bear with me over the next two weeks as we clean and pack.  Hopefully I'll be back by the 10th (if not before) regaling you with the finer points of the all exciting Navy move.

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