June 19:

I think we can all agree I am terrible at consistently updating my blog. Life happens, ya'll. I figured I would hop on and give a quick update while I was sitting here thinking about it. The family is doing well, two healthy dogs, one healthy Hochi, one (mostly) healthy Barb. The past year has not gone how I expected, to say the least. I definitely did not expect to ring in 28 still in recovery from an ankle surgery, but here we are.
It's PCS season and we all know what that means: a lot of goodbyes to people you don't want to say goodbye to. For us it means we find out our next assignment at the end of the month. We have a lot of big hopes and dreams, but you know me, I am not one to put my hope in the military. We hope for the best and brace for the worst. When people ask what we want, we almost whisper it in fear that the PCS gods will over hear us and send us a different assignment just to spite us. Sometimes we don't mention it at all "We will make the most of anywhere!" and we will, but some options are certainly better than others. That's Air Force life.
This PCS will be more difficult than ones in the past (and you know I have been through a ton of them). Mostly because as a kid it was easy to make new friends. As an adult I sort of have some built in opportunities within the squadron, but that requires the squadron spouses actually being involved with events, which is not always the case. 2 years after getting here I have finally found my people, not just friends. My family. We all celebrate each others accomplishments together, support each other in downfalls, embrace the embarrassing moments to make them jokes, encouraging each other.  It is going to hurt to leave them. While I know the group chat will always be there, there is nothing like hugging your family after a hard day, when you're worried about life or your husband, or recovering from surgery... no one makes you feel quite as good as them.

This is not really the direction I anticipated this going, whoops.

Fly Safe, BARB