Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I feel Summer creeping in and I'm tired of this town again...

I've had that song stuck in my head all week. And that line is particularly fitting right now.

It's summer, and for most military families, that means moving time.

Every summer, even if we're not moving, I get antsy and feel like it's time to move. And if we've been someplace for a couple of years, I get really antsy and decide I hate where we're living. It usually passes. I had my moments (after about two years) where I was ready to leave Germany. And Maryland, too. But we ended up staying for four years at both and they ended up being my favorite places ever.

But Georgia...I'm so ready to leave. There are no ties that might make me end up loving it if we had to stay longer. Staying longer would probably just result in me jamming a fork into my eye. Repeatedly. I made very few close friends, and those that I did make have either moved already or will be moving when I do. I've met lots of other people who are very nice, but for whatever reason (mainly, my lack of effort), never became more than acquaintances. And then I dealt with some truly awful people--more awful than I've ever had the misfortune of knowing before. So, when we head out of here on June 30th, I won't be looking back. For all I know, Tennessee might be just as bad, but at least for now there's the hope that it will be a fun new adventure.

I do have to say that my crappy experience in Georgia did have a silver lining. It made me cling a little more (even if just through the tubes of the internet) to my existing friends. It forced me to seek out people I had things in common with, which resulted in friendships with people I knew before, but (again, due to my lack of effort) never really was friends with until I decided to unleash my inner freak on the internet.

Anyway, this urge to move every summer is strange. We moved a lot when I was growing up. I attended five schools between kindergarten and 5th grade. And even if we didn't move out of the school district, we often moved houses within the same area. One of the things I'd wanted when I grew up was to stay in one place. To have my kids attend the same school with the same kids their whole life. I wanted to have a house and just live there forever.

But here I am, and it's summer, and I'm knee deep in packing and happy about it. Life is weird.

Tomorrow I've got a special DOUBLE guest post for you. And they're both looking for your advice.

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