The movers are here. They showed up yesterday, but apparently, we have a lot of stuff, so they needed 2 days. I hadn’t planned on being home on Thursday, but I was getting severe anxiety at that thought of not being home. My husband is perfectly capable, but still.
Oh yeah. We’re moving. To Texas. We had like 3 weeks notice on that one. We’ll officially be out of here in 2 weeks. I swear I can never get a normal PCS. One where we have like 9 months to slowly get everything ready. I guess my first PCS was like that, but I didn’t do anything. We just did a partial DITY move to get my stuff to base. Moving to Okinawa was crazy because we did a tour conversion and moving to California, we had 32 days notice. I’m awesome at getting it all done fast though.
The husband wants to go to Texas. That’s fine with me. I’m kinda open to whatever. It took us a while to decide on the exact place in Texas though, but it’s San Antonio. We both have friends down there, plus I have some friends at Ft. Hood, which isn’t too far.
My big concern was jobs. He’ll be getting VA disability, but that takes a bit to kick in. I was worried about both of us having to turn around and get jobs right away. When I gave my notice to my boss, she told me I didn’t have to resign. She offered to let me continue my job and work from home. I don’t think I have to tell you how thankful I was for that offer. The company has locations in multiple states and they have been working on branching into Texas. One of my other bosses got super excited when he found where we were going, because that had been specifically looking at San Antonio.
I’m excited about this. It seems like our last adventure, but I’m trying not to look at it that way. We are all excited though and ready for the next chapter of our life!