I've been thinking about something my mom used to say when we moved in the army. We'd remind ourselves of the positives and one would always be that in our new home/place, all my clothes would seem brand new to everyone else. We'd talk about what kind of person we wanted to be. While I was outgoing and very social in one home/place, perhaps I wanted to be shy in my new location. Or if I didn't like talking in crowds before, perhaps I could try to break out of my shell in this new place that no one knew me. It was interesting to think that with the convenience of moving every one to three years, you had the chance to start over if you wanted to. All those pieces of me added up to...me.
So, now I'm in a new place for the first time in a long time and I've been reminded of my mom's advice. I'll always be a wife and mom, first and foremost. It's the most joyful thing in this life. But...I've been the student, I've been the teacher, I've been the professor, now I think it's time to do what I've said for years I want to do but never had time for...author. Why? I don't know why. I just want to. I want to see my name on a shelf at the bookstore. I told Doug the other day that since we are here and have nothing, I want to start fresh and really write. What have I got to lose? He supports me, of course.
Moving is always cathartic for military kids.
