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.