Moving, but not moving on

Another move, another chapter. You would think I'd be used to it by now, but although your head knows from experience it'll be OK, and you tell yourself things like "this is part of being in the military," "you'll meet more people," and "the true friends you have made will always be there," your heart still aches and feels a bit heavier. Knowing those things doesn't change the fact that they are people you are going to miss... it doesn't change the fact that your 8-year-old son is scared about moving to another place-- another country, and worried about having to make friends again. I guess I'm worried about alot of the same things too.

It always seems when I finally start to find my niche its time to leave again. Even leaving some of the people from my last deployment was tough. The bond you can make with someone in just six short months, due to the environment and situation you are in, is amazing. I get it, don't get me wrong I'm not complaining. I signed up for this and I will go wherever the military decides I'm needed. To be honest I don't even like the area I'm stationed at now, but for me it's never been the place that makes a place home. Its the people, the relationships, the interactions you have, and the experiences that truly matter. 

Bittersweet is a good word for it. Now it's time for me to stop crying and being sad (cause I am), there's no time for that, it's time to pack.