For a long time I refused to acknowledge that this move was indeed happening.
Although the Hubster was gone, it was easy to pretend that he was just on a mission and that the time spent without him was no different than the other times he has been gone.
We began counting down the days when he would rejoin us. The kids and I growing more excited every single day. The day finally came for him to come home and I headed to the airport solo to pick him up.
As I waited near the security check point at the airport, growing more impatient with every minute that passed, it hit me. No matter how much I wanted to see my husband, his coming home triggered the end of the fantasy I had created. He was coming home with the sole purpose of getting us packed and moved east. There was no ignoring that any longer.
In the blink of an eye the next 2.5 weeks were gone. We had watched as a crew descended upon our house and packed up our belongings and then a new crew arrived the next day to load our things into the truck that would transport it east.
The truck left and we held a garage sale, hired someone to clean the house for us, and before I knew it, it was time for the Hubster to begin his drive with our Ford and tent trailer back to Maryland.
The kids and I followed a week and a half later, after spending some time at my families home in Arizona with my parents, brother and his family.
We have now been here for three days, living in a temporary apartment on base while we wait for our new home, 25 minutes away in Dunkirk, MD, to be ready for us.
I’m not going to lie. It has not been easy. Saying goodbye to my family was hard. I realize that it’s not as if I will never see them again and this transfer is not permanent. It’s hard because this is such a HUGE change. I’ve never lived more than 2 hours away from them, EVER. And even that was for a very short period of time. For the majority of my adult life, I’ve never lived more than 10 minutes. Goodbyes were accompanied with plenty of tears and heartache.
Now that we are here in Maryland, my son and I are still battling bouts of homesickness. We both miss our family and friends and the life that we had in Oregon. We can only just keep taking this transition one day at a time. I know it will get easier and I keeping steadfast in my faith that God has and will continue to take care of us. I know that this was His plan for us and I have to hold on to that. He will soothe the heartache that we are now feeling and will use this period of time to change us in His vision.
Sure, this isn’t the way that I would have liked, but I’ve always been taught to listen to my Father, so I’ll do my best.