There comes a certain point at every duty station when I know we'll be leaving very soon. More than the excitement of leaving a duty station (I have loved every duty station in its own way), my anticipation for a move grows from the excitement of the adventures to be had at the next duty station.
It's right about this time that I suffer from moving truck envy.
I wake up one morning to find a little truck or van at a neighbor's house--a sure sign that the packers are ransacking their house. Sure enough, the next day brings the huge moving truck, and the day after that the family disappears, off on their next great adventure.
It's right about this time that I feel a little jealous that the moving truck is not parked outside our house. (Until I think of all the work involved in a move. Then I'm usually glad it's not us yet.)
When Hubby finished TBS, most of our friends immediately hit the road. In the weeks leading up to and immediately following his TBS graduation, our apartment's parking lot became a moving sidewalk of moving trucks. There were so many U-Hauls parked outside the graduation ceremony that it was almost humorous. It took every ounce of my will to remain patient for our turn to have the moving truck outside our house.
And even now I have that slight twinge of envy when I hear the sound of diesel trucks in the vicinity. Soon enough, soon enough. In the meantime, I will enjoy the calmness that comes with not PCSing. :)
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