Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Stories We Tell

Chebague Island
(c) Kristen Tieg/FrontBurner PR
Sometimes? I love being a journalist when it doesn't involve ten tons of fact-checking and finding the impossible person. People have such interesting stories to tell -- I love coming across the folks that live on Tree Farms. I mean, really. That's fun! But I mention it now and people automatically think of America's Sweetheart: Taylor Swift.

If someone wrote a story about Me ... I often wonder what they would say. Granted, I haven't done anything newsworthy or particularly interesting ... unless you count me moving to Maine for a Marine. But that's the story of every military wife: they sacrifice quite a lot to follow their husband's career around the globe. And they're happy to do it. Except ... would it make me a terrible person if I said sometimes that I don't think I'm always happy to just pick my life up and drop it wherever the heck the military decides we should be? Is it really fair that I'm going to spend more than half my life following him around and we can't ever move because my career would suggest a move would be better? I think it does make me an awful wife.

I don't like moving. I didn't like it when I was 10, and I didn't like it when I was 23. I didn't put up nearly as much of the tantrum on move #2 ... but I didn't like it. I think I really hated that we had to drive to Maine ... and we had to rush to get here. 12 hours a day for 5 days straight is enough to make anyone pissy.

I've also decided ... that I kinda-sorta know where we'd like to go. I'm wondering if while maybe my heart is crying out for California ... maybe it would be a better move for my career to go to Quantico, Virginia? Drew rolls his eyes and tells me "HELL to the No! I'll be at a constant salute!"

It's food for thought, at the very least. Something for me to chew on and mull over.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Taryn,

    When I started reading your post, I almost started crying. Silly, I know... but it'll make sense in a second...

    I'm about to marry an Air Force Officer and move to Anchorage Alaska from Phoenix Arizona. I'm absolutely terrified. I've struggled a TON with two things. First, moving away from my family that I love with all my heart and have always lived near to and second, the question "Why is your career so much more important than mine?!"

    I've been reading a lot of mil-blogs recently, trying to find inspiration, hope, assurance, etc. But your post is the first one I've seen that I can relate to in a brutally honest way. I needed to know that I wasn't alone in my struggles. Thanks for showing me that I'm not.