Yes, I know, it's been a long time. Over a year in fact. Well, the truth is, there's been a lot of positive, but there's been more of the negative. The positive I cover in little blurbs on Facebook. And I don't like dwelling on the negative so I haven't said anything at all. I guess I will acknowledge it now. Blog public.
I don't think being a Navy wife is my thing. I mean, being a wife is. Oh no, don't worry. Evan and I are disgustingly in love. I just want ROOTS. I want to be able to meet people that could be potential friends without their eyes glazing over and hearts checking out when they find out I'm a nomad. I want to be able to commit to a career somewhere without having to figure out how to get certified in that state or without employers asking me how long I plan on being in the area (which is illegal BTW and has been done). We moved here in May of 2012. Since that time, I've been a nanny, a school teacher, a substitute teacher, a nanny again, a farm helper, a life enrichment assistant at a health and rehab center, a substitute teacher again, and a tutor. Either work wasn't steady enough, or I had to walk away for boundary reasons. Friends come and go in this navy life, and most locals have been here their whole lives their friendship circles filled. I want a friend I can just pop over and say, "Hey, whayyada doin?" or call and cry to when I miss my husband instead of pretending like the people on Netflix are my friends. Ok, just kidding about that last part. So there's the summary of mostly the last two years for ya? Sketchy, I know. Oh yea, and deployments.
As of now, we are waiting on another deployment and orders to move stations. So naturally, I am on PINS AND NEEDLES. We're leaving?! We're leaving?! Imagine a dog standing at the door with a leash in his mouth. And like a dog, I don't even know where we're going to take our walk, I just need to get out of the house! Will it be D.C. with their J.Crew-wearin-cherry-blossom-gazin-monument-visitin folks? Or San Diego near the sea! with year round sun! and parks! Or maybe Kings Bay, GA. Oh please not Kings Bay! I don't wanna do another podunk town.
If it's one thing God has taught me out here, it's to stop comparing. Stop comparing my life to what it used to be. Stop comparing my life to what I think it should be. Stop comparing my life to other people's lives. The truth of the matter is, I'm NOT at the pinnacle of my life. Despite our media's fanatic love for young people finding our dreams and living it up in perfect style, I'm just not there. I don't live in a big city. I don't have the perfect job. I don't have my Rachel or Monica or whoever here. And that's okay. If that was my story, that would be okay too. But I have to accept that whatever story God is writing for me is a good one because He is good. So my story's good. I'm stealin a page from Frank and saying, "The best is yet to come." I trust that the pen is still moving, and good stuff is being written. Not that other people's stories aren't in a better place sometimes. They are. But they're not MY story. It has probably taken me two years of shaking my fist at God and saying, "Seriously?" to get here. But it's a much better place to be in. Now I just wake up and say, "Ok, God. What are we doing today?" It's definitely not perfect, but at least it's a step in the right direction.
So if it's anything that Washington has taught me, it's that. Oh, and how to hike and be a hippie and all that good stuff.
I don't think being a Navy wife is my thing. I mean, being a wife is. Oh no, don't worry. Evan and I are disgustingly in love. I just want ROOTS. I want to be able to meet people that could be potential friends without their eyes glazing over and hearts checking out when they find out I'm a nomad. I want to be able to commit to a career somewhere without having to figure out how to get certified in that state or without employers asking me how long I plan on being in the area (which is illegal BTW and has been done). We moved here in May of 2012. Since that time, I've been a nanny, a school teacher, a substitute teacher, a nanny again, a farm helper, a life enrichment assistant at a health and rehab center, a substitute teacher again, and a tutor. Either work wasn't steady enough, or I had to walk away for boundary reasons. Friends come and go in this navy life, and most locals have been here their whole lives their friendship circles filled. I want a friend I can just pop over and say, "Hey, whayyada doin?" or call and cry to when I miss my husband instead of pretending like the people on Netflix are my friends. Ok, just kidding about that last part. So there's the summary of mostly the last two years for ya? Sketchy, I know. Oh yea, and deployments.
As of now, we are waiting on another deployment and orders to move stations. So naturally, I am on PINS AND NEEDLES. We're leaving?! We're leaving?! Imagine a dog standing at the door with a leash in his mouth. And like a dog, I don't even know where we're going to take our walk, I just need to get out of the house! Will it be D.C. with their J.Crew-wearin-cherry-blossom-gazin-monument-visitin folks? Or San Diego near the sea! with year round sun! and parks! Or maybe Kings Bay, GA. Oh please not Kings Bay! I don't wanna do another podunk town.
If it's one thing God has taught me out here, it's to stop comparing. Stop comparing my life to what it used to be. Stop comparing my life to what I think it should be. Stop comparing my life to other people's lives. The truth of the matter is, I'm NOT at the pinnacle of my life. Despite our media's fanatic love for young people finding our dreams and living it up in perfect style, I'm just not there. I don't live in a big city. I don't have the perfect job. I don't have my Rachel or Monica or whoever here. And that's okay. If that was my story, that would be okay too. But I have to accept that whatever story God is writing for me is a good one because He is good. So my story's good. I'm stealin a page from Frank and saying, "The best is yet to come." I trust that the pen is still moving, and good stuff is being written. Not that other people's stories aren't in a better place sometimes. They are. But they're not MY story. It has probably taken me two years of shaking my fist at God and saying, "Seriously?" to get here. But it's a much better place to be in. Now I just wake up and say, "Ok, God. What are we doing today?" It's definitely not perfect, but at least it's a step in the right direction.
So if it's anything that Washington has taught me, it's that. Oh, and how to hike and be a hippie and all that good stuff.