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Everything You Need To Know About Offutt AFB

Just found out that you’re PCSing to Offutt AFB, Nebraska?  Great!  I have you covered with information about everything from base housing to our favorite restaurants and activities!

Offutt AFB



  • Here’s my collection of our favorite attractions and restaurants in Omaha (with something for every age group and every budget – check out the comments for extra ideas too!)
  • My review of Click2Go, the option to order your groceries online from the commissary and pick them up without ever leaving your car or tipping anyone!


We’ve since PCSed to Wright-Patt AFB in Ohio,  but if you’re headed to Offutt, I’d still love to answer any questions you have!  Connect with me on Facebook or send me an email!

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this glorious MOVE

Last week we moved from Offutt AFB in Nebraska to Wright-Patterson AFB in Ohio!  I documented this move with pictures so I’m sharing one from each day to give you a peek into what the last week and a half was like.



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My brother flew into Omaha on Sunday morning!  Since Caleb is deployed, I wanted an extra set of hands around for the move and Patrick volunteered.  He also did all my yard work.  It took over five hours to get the yard ready for the move-out inspection and it was over 90 degrees that day.  BEST BROTHER EVER.



This was originally supposed to be a packing day, but the moving company decided they only needed one day.  Instead we finished up the final projects around the house, and ran all my last minute errands around town.  But we did make time to fly a kite in the midst of the craziness.



On Tuesday I had sticky notes around the house with notes for the movers including the one above – DO NOT ENTER!  DO NOT PACK!!  It was a long, long day, but by about 4pm we were done.   That evening we moved to a TLF (temporary living facility) so that our house could get cleaned for the move.

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Loading day!!  We were up and at the house early to wait for the movers, but (of course!) they arrived about an hour and a half late.  Hadden didn’t mind though because while we were waiting he was playing with his new car.  When the movers arrived, my neighbor and her daughter watched Hadden all morning which was such a relief!  Everything was loaded by about 2:30pm and the truck pulled away with all our belongings, leaving us with an empty house.

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Hadden had his last speech appointment with his beloved SLP – we will miss her so much!!  Then we spent the early afternoon with our friends from church and they gave us a sweet going-away, complete with presents and prayer.  That evening Hadden and I spent a few hours with our dear friends who had just gotten back into town the day before.  We connected our first year in Nebraska when our kiddos were just babies and have remained fantastic friends ever since.  I’m holding out hope that we’ll end up at the same base again in the future!

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Friday was a blur.  We woke up early to go pick up the trailer and have it weighed while empty.  Then we raced back to the TLF to load up all our possessions and get onto base in time to check out of the TLF.  From there we had to get the trailer weighed again.  Then we got lunch and headed to a park for a bit.  I spent our last couple of hours in town hanging out with our neighbors and my brother made sure our yard was ready to go (he really is the best).  I think I’ve said it before, but it’s worth repeating: we had the best neighbors in Nebraska.  I will really miss those families.

At 3:30pm I had the “final out” with our housing company.  I was SO NERVOUS that we were going to be charged because I’ve heard horror stories about moving out of there, but it went great.  I practically danced out of there because I was so happy to just be done.  We said our final goodbyes to our neighbor-friends and I cried as we pulled away, already missing those friends.

My brother drove through the night and I stayed away to help with directions and keep him company.




Saturday morning we hit the Ohio border and I was rejoicing.  We were SO tired.  We stopped for Cracker Barrel because it’s a family tradition and we needed a chance to rest our eyes, but we were both too tired to eat.  Early Saturday morning we arrived at my friend’s house in Ohio.  She and her husband graciously offered to let us crash there for the day.  That evening we met our new landlord and got keys to our new house!


Sunday morning we unloaded the trailer and started arranging things at the new house.  My sister and brother-in-law came down with their kids to help us get settled.  It was great to see them and great to have help too.  Once our work was done, we went to my favorite nearby town (Yellow Springs) for lunch and headed to a local creamery for ice cream where the kids got to feed goats.  Both of those places brought back many memories of college years and I spent the whole day missing Caleb (it didn’t help that it was Father’s Day!).  My sister and brother-in-law left that evening, taking Patrick back with them, but my mom decided to come a day early to help, so she arrived later that night.



Since our truck wasn’t coming that day, my mom, Hadden and I drove an hour south to hit up IKEA!  I love that place, although I would have enjoyed it a little more if Hadden were old enough to go to the Kids Area (free babysitting!)


No picture for this day.  We spent the morning running errands and the afternoon at the Air Force museum.  I spent more time on the phone arguing with the company about our moving truck, which was suppose to arrive today, but is now going to be a week late.  This evening all the stress and emotion of the move and leaving all our friends set in.  The physical pain of all that stress plus sleeping on an air mattress has set in too.  I am ready to be settled and mostly ready for Caleb to be back.

I know that this is ending on a weird note.  I would be a better blogger if I found a nice bow to wrap it up nicely, but I have a two-year-old who is up much too late and is crying for his daddy and I am TIRED, so that’s all for now.  I’ll be back with another update or a better post soon!

I don’t say it enough, but THANK YOU for taking the time to read.  I do appreciate it.

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moving: it’s a mixed bag

Moving: It's a Mixed Bag


After piles of paperwork, half-a-dozen changes and a few tears, this is where things stand for our upcoming move to Wright-Patt AFB:

Hadden and I will be moving to Ohio in June, while my husband finishes up his deployment.  We’ll get things settled at our new home before coming back to meet Caleb in Omaha when he returns to the States. 

Overall, we’re looking forward to this move (and especially looking forward to being together as a family again).  The details are falling into place:

We found a great rental home in a family-friendly neighborhood.

My husband’s full time “job” will be getting his Master’s.  Instead of having a regular Air Force assignment and having to take Master’s classes on top of that, he’ll be able to focus on his degree and complete it quickly.

We’ll be living just three hours away from my family, which means for the first time in our marriage we can drive up just for a day.  This will make holidays absolutely dreamy!

His assignment is for 18-20 months, which seems like a perfect amount of time to us.  It will be a nice respite from regular Air Force life (no deployments!), but we’re already looking forward to finding out where we’ll be moving after that!

This is our third PCS in three and a half years with the Air Force.  The first two times we  were moving to cities where we knew no one.  I’d never been to Mississippi or Nebraska before we drove over the state line towing a u-Haul with all our possessions.

This time is different.  We’re moving to an area we already know.  My husband and I met as undergrads at a college about 20 minutes away.

And this is where my feelings get complicated.  We have several friends still in the area, including one of my best friend’s from college.  It will be great to spend more time with them.  I’m looking forward to visiting some of the places we frequented in college.  We can take our son to Young’s Jersey Dairy for ice cream and his first mini-golf experience.  We can go back to the place where Caleb proposed and have a date night at our favorite local restaurant.  All of that sounds lovely.

When Caleb first entered the Air Force, this was my dream.  I had all of these lovely things planned out with one notable addition: I’d be working at our alma mater.

I wanted to apply for a job as a Resident Director, the overseer of a women’s dorm.  My own RD (and her family) made such a tremendous impact on my life during my college years.  She challenged me and loved me and made our dorm a refuge for the women living there.  It would be the greatest honor to have play that role in someone else’s life.  Being an RD was a job that I could imagine would balance fairly easily with motherhood and writing on the side.  I could picture our family there on campus.  Sure, we’d have to make compromises, but it would be worth it for my dream job, right?  It seemed like it would be a perfect fit.  

When we found out we were officially moving back to Dayton, the conversation came up again.  Caleb was supportive of whatever my decision was.  He gave input, but then stepped back to let me decide.

But too much has changed.

We’ve changed.  And our alma mater has changed.

I wanted so badly for this plan to still work.  But as I turned it over and over again in my mind, as I prayed for guidance, it didn’t seem right.

We’re not the same people we were when I dreamed up this perfect plan.  And our college isn’t the same place either.  (There is, of course, more to the story, but I hesitate to say something unnecessary so I’ll leave it at that)

I try not to think about it, but truthfully, I’m still mourning that dream of the perfect job.

Our plans have adjusted.  Instead of a cramped apartment attached to a women’s dorm, we’ll have an actual house with a spacious yard.  We’ll be much closer to base, entertainment, and restaurants.  We’ll have far greater freedom and privacy than we would living on campus.  Hadden will be in a school district where he is more likely to get the help he needs for speech.

It’s not the life I once planned, but it’s a life I’m looking forward to.


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