Home really is where the Army sends you.
After going back to NC for a month this really became apparent to me. I LOVED visiting family, seeing friends again and basking in summer on the east coast, but it's no longer home.
I found myself homesick for El Paso. For my house, my friends here, Ft. Bliss, the desert.
Life here isn't peachy all the time; some days I hate it and some days I love it.
But what I discovered this summer is that it is home.
And in a few more years someplace else will become home. Such is this life.
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:(. This post makes me sad and happy for you at the same time.
ReplyDeleteYou know, this is something I have also had to come realize. It doesn't matter how many times you move, but what does matter is that your husband and kids are where you are. Plus, I think the church helps in the moving because it's the same no matter where you live!
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