Ch ch ch changes...

What a week or two it has been! I had to catch my breath to make sure it was real. Ok, a little background... I was born in Toledo, Ohio. Not the most glamourous place on earth, more like an industrious city with the blue collar working class making up most of the population. Lots of train tracks, factories, and commuters to Detroit. Jeep is/was there, Ford, Chevy. Most people know someone who knows someone who knows you. That type of place. Small town feel in a pretty decent sized city. Freezing ass cold winters, hot humid summers, and not much in between. Anyway, my dad and his side of the family still live there, and I moved with my mom at the age of 8. ALL of my family with whom I have the closest relationship and really grew up with is here, in California. My grandparents, who I am very close with, my uncles- most of them, are here and of course my mom who I have lived more with than without. I lived with her until she moved back to Ohio for a bit, then again until after Jeremy and I got married. We lived with her for the first year while we waited for the school year to let out and get a house on base. Anyway, my point is, I was very lucky to meet my husband who PCS'd to Travis. Travis is only about 40 minutes West of Sacramento/Elk Grove area, which I call home. I still see my mom at least every week, talk daily and visit the folks a couple times a month. Last week I was waiting for J to bring the truck home so I could head to Sac to visit mom for lunch. He calls me outside to "talk privately"...not a good start to ANY conversation in my opinion. We don't talk at all. He hands me a piece of paper he printed off of MPF. MPF? I don't know what it stands for either. I just know it is the place you go for everything in the military. It houses all the member's info. They can reacg it via secured internet connection and check it "virtually". So, vitural MPF has ORDERS waiting for my husband as he logs in to cancel a request for orders he put in a while back. OMG. We have been reassigned. We are moving. Where you ask? Hill AFB, UTAH. Talk about cold winters! Yikes. So after 5 years of being a military girlfriend, then wife, I am finally going to find out what it's like. My husband has never been deployed anywhere scary, he did a small stint at Edwards AFB, which if anyone has ever been there knows it is pretty much one step from HELL. Its ugly, dry, hot and has scary wild animals running all over base. They tell you not to leave the house after dark cause the animals come out to play. Serious. Its just past the Mojave Desert. Back to my point. Jeremy kind of has it made here at Travis. He has made some great 'contacts' within the Force, he has a prime position right now which is VERY family friendly, and he never goes anywhere. He doesn't TDY or Deploy.... I am really afraid for him to be the new fish at a base where people are already established like he is here. I know I married into this, and I knew what I was signing up for, but I am really nervous. Especially since I won't have my support system right there if he does have to go somewhere. I will be in a new place, surrounded by people I don't know. Poor me, I know, but this is my version of a nightmare. I am not the most ourgoing girl you have ever met. I am pretty quiet, and rather shy IRL. I don't- rather can't, walk into a room and just put myself out there. Needless to say, this move is both exciting and terrifying for me. I am glad however that we got Hill. Jeremy was going to get orders handed down to him anyway. He has been here for 5 years. His time is up so to speak. His position ends in December, and then he would be going back to working engines. While he has been on this assignment, his shop has been undergoing MAJOR changes. Command has turned over, his shop has moved and his squadron is going from 39 troops to 11. The new kids are the ones who get to stay. The more seasoned guys are all being relocated. Either to new squadrons here or getting orders. Jeremy filled out something called a BOP which is a base of preference. Its basically a form that says if orders come down for me, this is the place I want to go. SO when the Chief heard that all these guys were going, he pulled in a favor so that Jeremy could get the best set of orders from the bunch. for that, I am grateful. It was going to happen anyway. It could have been Clovis NM, Phoenix or Withita Falls, TX. Those are the ugliest, in all meanings of the word ugly, bases in the US. So, that's that. I am moving. Either in Feb or June, if we can extend so the kids can finish this year out. ugh. 12 hours away from my family, and 12 hours closer to his. haha. We are going to be halfway between the two places which is good for him. My whole life is here though. Its going to be really hard for me. All of my friends have been my friends for decades. Seriously, I have been with the same people for YEARS. I don't know how I am going to do this. ahhh.... I just hope God can still hear me when I am in Utah.

Thank goodness for the internet. :)

Oh, and the kids went back to school today. I started yesterday, and my baby girl was in daycare for the first time ever. Talk about a tough pill for mommy to swallow. Deep breathes.

Off to clean my house. Ta Ta.