There’s been a lot of buzz around the MilSpouse community (well … my “community” is limited to a forum because Portland, ME is mostly a Coast Guard/National Guard town) about the subject of home.
Is home where you hang your hat?
Where you make it?
A specific place?
I’m probably standing on my own island … but to me? A house is just a house until Drew & I finally stop our geographic tango. Home? Home to us is SoCal. I love it there, I want to raise my (future, God willing and the creek don’t rise) children there (or furbabies if I end up deciding kiddos are too much for me to possibly consider handling). We would like to buy a house when the constant upheaval comes to a cease-fire.
But in the meantime? My plan is to enjoy the ride. I’d gladly give a limb or two for an opportunity to live/work in Washington D.C. I want to live in the South at some point. But I also wouldn’t say no to Japan … or Italy … or Spain … or even Iceland. (I do NOT look forward to living in 29 Palms, Yuma, Fort Huachuca or Barstow. )
I know that just about every military wife on the planet is happy to say that home is wherever her husband’s career takes them. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy living in our apartment with all the little homey touches … but there’s just something about this neck of the country that just doesn’t “feel” like home to me. Maybe it’s a Maine thing. Maybe it’s an entire country thing. Who knows; I’ll have to let you know in the next 4-5 months when we officially get orders.
What about you? Where do you call home?