I’ve been memorizing his face for weeks — this man-child of mine. In the shuffle to buy textbooks and bedding and the 5,000 other things necessary to set up his “new home” at college, THIS home begins to feel empty yet again. Tears flow without warning and I realize that it is indeed possible to… Read full post
Continued from last week … Before my move to Rota, Spain, I had forgotten what it was like to be the new kid on the block. I had lived in Washington, D.C., for over five years and I was settled — great friends, great job, great community — life was familiar and comfortable. Life in… Read full post
Continued from last week… Spain. Do not panic (totally panicking). Orders to Spain! I didn’t know that was possible. I figured he would be staying in D.C. for the next few years, and by then, who knows — maybe we’d be together, maybe we wouldn’t. I immediately went into planning mode (as an event planner,… Read full post
X I was opposed to marrying someone in the military. To the amazing military families out there, please, take no offense. I was on a different path. Driven to be successful professionally, my plan had no room for moves every few years, I didn’t want to be told where to live, and I would not… Read full post
