To call home..
I'll be honest, I've moved so much with the Marine Corps, that I never really "settled in" to a house. I see my neighbors make their homes look like pages out of Martha Stewart, and Better Homes in Gardens; however, I still have items lingering in cardboard boxes. I've been here for two years. I don't have many pictures on the walls, but at least the walls are painted. I can give myself a pat on the back for that, right? I mean, we even own the house we live in. However, I still look at it as a temporary home waiting for the orders to be cut to send us to somewhere new. I feel like I am in this in-between place, and my husband informs me that he plans to extend at this lovely duty station. I say that sarcastically, by the way.
No, it is not worse than Twenty-nine Palms - although I kinda miss the solitude I felt there - it is the fact I am a born gypsy spirit like my mother. I have the travel bug, and my body feels programmed to move from place to place. Maybe I was a nomad in a previous life, I don't know. Maybe I get excited to see a new place, and see new faces... All I know is that I've been feeling pretty dang anxious lately.
The hubby discusses possibly moving to a higher billet in his MOS, but with it means we are here longer. I should be grateful, and relieved, but I don't know what to think. Does this mean that I can finally make my home an actual home, and finally allow my wall down, and finally be comfortable?
Does anyone else feel the same way I do? Or am I just going nuts? lol