Postings, Timings, and Finding Home
Yesterday, posting season sucked.
I have had here one those friends that ‘s been around more than one posting. She moved here with her family a year before us and was our first home cooked meal, friendly face and emergency contact on all those forms when we got settled.
Our families shared a common bond not only through the place we had come from, but our experiences with war and our spouse’s Combat trades that can seem a little out of place and even a little alienating at a Logistics base.
With her here when we arrived our kids had instant friends, our Christmas’s didn’t have to be completely alone and when you are two families who were blessed with each other during a time when both are plane rides away from family, I didn’t ever take for granted what it meant to have them here.
But since she arrived a year before me, she heads out this year to another place for her family to call home.
I can’t count how many times her family has been our family, her husband has been Dh’s sanity and her kitchen has been my refuge.
I’m going to miss her.
Goodbyes are hard, but I never do goodbyes anyways.
See you later, my friend.
Do me a favour and head over to Wives of Faith to read my post on Postings, Timings and what it means to look for home.
Let me know your thoughts on how you make peace with wherever you are for however long you’re there.
Find the post HERE.
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Karen | 18th Aug 14
Postings sure can suck. But you are right – with the military, it's never goodbye, it's always see you later 🙂
reccewife | 30th Aug 14
That's the best part. Seeing later 🙂
jennyrightside | 25th Aug 14
I grew up with the army, moving every 3 years since I was born. I have a love/hate relationship with posting season. I get excited to experience a new place, I get sad saying goodbye to my friends, I get nervous about whether I'll like the new place, I wonder if I'll make friends. I've accepted that it's part of my life and it's what makes me, me. And is what makes me able to now adapt so quickly to new things. My younger brother on the other hand – as soon as he left home to take on the big world by himself, settled down in one place and hasn't moved since!
reccewife | 30th Aug 14
I have learned to love posting season, even though I only moved once as a child (From Montreal to Calgary). Dh on the other hand moved every 3 years as a kid so he had a hard time when this last posting was 12 years!
His siblings are the same, his sister married a farmer and settled right in for the long haul.
This posting seems like a little different, it's just going back to the same place we JUST WERE after less than 3 years. Not long enough to feel like 'going home' but hey, it's a new house new neighbourhood and both old and new friends, so I can't complain. Much (I'm sure I still will). 🙂
JP Bedard | 11th Sep 14
Thank you into all of the families like yours who make it possible for others to go to bed at night and to wake up knowing that their country is secure.