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.