At the moment it feels like I am just kind of passing through. As mentioned in my post here, we are only here for a few months for the Army moves us on again. THANK YOU ARMY!

I was so excited when I  found out that we were coming back here to Maryland. We have been stationed here before, a couple of years ago, before we went to Ft. Bragg. I love Maryland and Baltimore. The Baltimore area has everything that North Carolina lacks, and I could go on forever about that- but I am trying to stay on task here. I knew that John would have to move on to Ft. Lee but for a while I was under the impression that I could forgo moving my kids again. In my head I had the perfect plan (note: appartently ‘in my head’ is the place where all those plans work) my husband would go to Ft. Lee and then could come home on weekends. John was dead set against it (and FOR THE RECORD this was solution that he was all for when we lived in North Carolina).  I, being me, scoffed at his opinion and decided that this is what we would do. However, my husband then started to speak my language. His exact words were “We can’t afford two places AND allow you to shop, you will have to choose.” I offered to start packing right then.

All this means that we will only be back in this area for a couple of months. That makes everything temporary. Can’t put the kids in sports cause they finish the season. Kids don’t want to make friends cause that makes leaving more painful. Can’t join any clubs, do any meaningful longterm volunteering, no buying furniture, etc., etc. Essentially a temporary life. It can be so depressing. For me and my children.

John isn’t here anymore, not mentally, he is already thinking about the next duty station; where we are going to live, schools, how to set up his office in the new building. I can only sigh and ‘whatever’ (intelligent comebacks, I’m your gal!).

I’ll miss this area. I love Baltimore. It’s like quirky and kitschy and unique. It has both elegance and white trash, both refinement and coarsness, and some of the best food around. It’s the tacky tschotke of the America. Hopefully, someday I’ll get to come back.

But now to turn my attention to Virignia! Oh, it’s gonna be fun just to mistype that, you know what’s coming don’t you?