Paradise Lost!

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As I am settling into duty station number 10, I can honestly say that moving sucks. Just when you get your life together in one spot, the Army sends you somewhere else. But what I’d rather focus on is the friends along the way.

This move was a very hard one for me. One reason is that we are coming from Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. Yes, Hawaii. And I always say that with a sigh now. Hawaii is a beautiful place to visit and I was very fortunate to have the opportunity to live there. It’s the one duty station that I was excited about before we got there. My friends that are there are very dear to me. I miss them terribly but I know somewhere down the road that there’s a chance to see them again.
When most people think about Hawaii the images that are conjured are usually palm trees, sand, and the ocean. When I think about Hawaii I see friends’ faces on the beach or the way my son looked catching waves for the first time. I get misty eyed thinking about who we left behind and the experiences we were able to have.
But at the same time I also think about the deployment from there and the late night calls so I could go to bed with a smile on my face and coffee on the beach with my battle buddy. I’ll always treasure my flea market finds and beach pictures on my walls. My friends got me through it and they are always in my heart because of their strength that was poured into me. Those are the memories I really focus on when I think back on the time there in paradise.
The Sisterhood of Army Wives are an elite group of women. I’m always amazed at them and their knowledge. I was able to meet so many amazing women in Hawaii. We shared children’s ups and downs and our own. This life is a fickle one that is constantly changing and evolving. It doesn’t matter what point in your life you are, someone understands and helps at every turn. These special women are a part of my life and I am proud to say that I am a member. I hope one day that someone thinks as highly of me as I think of my mentors. I really don’t think that could ever happen though. And I say that with a smile because I place them on a slight pedestal.

So it is with a heavy heart and wonderful memories that I move on. I’ve made some new friends here and reconnected with old ones, which are the best kind. I have a few more duty stations in me and my lust for the adventure along the way. I know that the Army will send my family in whatever direction the wind blows that day and I will be happy to get settled into whatever house I get. But I also know that in about two years the moving itch will set in my fingers and I’ll cry as I dust things for the packers. But I also know the move is the adventure and I’ll find my paradise wherever my family is sent.

Written By: Carrie

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