The Traveling Child

teddy bear in suitcase

If you grew up the child of a military member, you’ll understand how life was for me.

My life revolved around moves on base and off, from as early as two years old to seventeen.

Since my birth in the state of Maine, my family moved from there to Taiwan, Massachusetts, Virginia, Alabama, Germany, Illinois, Virginia, and Colorado.

While in Germany, my mom took my sister and I with her to Greece each summer so that we could spent it with our yiayia (grandmother), aunt (thía), and our two cousins. We spent three summers in Greece, and the memories are fantastic.

Most of the time, we spent our days at the beach, playing mini golf, eating ice cream and watermelon, and tramping around the suburbs of Athens.

One time, my mom took my sister and I to a disco. It was fun dancing to the BeeGees on colored tiled floors produced by strobe lights and a disco ball dangling from the noisy room’s ceiling.

And the outdoor theaters were awesome–four walls without a roof, surrounded by beautiful flowers with the huge screen on the wall across from us.

My dad retired in Colorado, and I finished up my last year of high school in Castle Rock, Colorado.

Although attending my senior year at a completely unfamiliar and friendless high school was both challenging and incredibly abysmal, the fact that I fell in love with the light, arid, sunny climate and gorgeous mountainous scenery of Colorado helped lessen that year’s lows, and it only got better after I graduated, seeing how I hated high school.

When I was growing up, I was painfully shy, and it took me several months to get to know other kids. Nevertheless, I did each place we moved, and in some cases, I wrote to those I became friends with for many years, until most of them stopped writing.

Writing letters was a normal way of communicating in my day, youngsters out there reading this. 🙂 And writing letters and receiving them in the mail was akin to getting a surprise gift every time my mom would bring in the mail.

One friend, who became my best friend, I met while my family was stationed at Rhein Main Air Base, is still in contact with me today. We’ve literally kept in contact, visited with each other a few times, for the last approximately forty years.

Relationships like that are so special and cherished. In fact, I’ve talked to her recently, and she is planning to come visit me in a few weeks, depending on the COVID rules here in Colorado.

Childhood memories of getting in and out of airplanes, unpacking our things, starting at new schools, are embedded in my mind. Riding my bike with my friends, playing Barbies, going to the roller skating rink to glide around the circular floor and do the hokey-pokey with the lights off and colorful spotlights dancing around the huge space bring a smile to my face.

So many children were in the neighborhoods in which I grew up. You’d encounter them on your street or in their front yards, and soon, you were talking, playing–friends.

There was such freedom in the days of my childhood. You hear that often from older folks like me. But it is so true. Life was full of imagination, wonder, and riding your bike or skating around your neighborhood and beyond with no fear and little limits/boundaries, especially if you lived on base.

I wish it were still like that today. My sons didn’t grow up with the same freedoms I did.

All those moves exposed me to different cultures and different people, and I feel blessed to have had those experiences.

I bring all this up because not only am I reminiscing, but also because ideas of writing about the military brat’s life, using some of my own experiences to create a work of fiction has been swirling around in my head the past few days.

Perhaps this new idea will land on my mind’s runway, and a story will be written. I’m hoping so.

Were you a military brat? What childhood memories do you hold dear?

 

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Me with PofP final print copy April 27 2020

Settling into Hope and Joy

home sweet home pic

My family’s move from Pennsylvania to Colorado two weeks ago was both exhausting and stressful, but also anticipation of what lie ahead for us.

When we reached our new home, we entered it, excited to see how much the video my husband had taken of the place looked compared to seeing it in person.

It was even better in person.

And the unpacking started right away. And it continues still as I write this.

Thankfully, we finally got our internet hooked up, and I can catch up on news stories, people’s comments on social media, and blog posts.

Also, it gives me the opportunity to write a post myself. I feel as it it’s been many months since I’ve written anything here, but in reality, it hasn’t been that long.

I’m enjoying the beautiful Colorado sunshine, blue skies, and gorgeous landscape. The Rocky Mountains never get old for me or my husband.

autumn in colorado

I don’t know about you, but for me, this is home, full of life, love, joy, and lots of sunshine. The 300+ days of sunshine (counting partly sunny) always lift my spirits.

Just a little while ago, I opened up my novel, Passage of Promise,  in Word, and read the first chapter and the beginning of chapter two.

Last time I read it a couple of months ago, I felt I needed to fix it up one more time before sending it to my editor. This time, I thought, “Wow. This is pretty good.” I’m glad the hard work I put into this story for the past four years has blossomed to what it is today.

Hopefully, I’ll be sending my manuscript to my editor soon–when she can fit my novel into her schedule.

I’ve entered the online critiquing group site and browsed the stories posted. A few of my regular critique partners still have their chapters up for review and coming up in the next week to two weeks.

It takes a bit to readjust my focus on looking over people’s work and putting on my editing/critiquing hat, but I’m hoping to get back into it, if not tonight, definitely tomorrow.

In between getting back into the writing and reading groove, I’m working on getting my younger son into a high school and getting involved in my home church, where my church family has been since we lived in Colorado Springs from 2007 to 2013.

There is so much to look forward to and so much to do, and that makes life great.

When you know your talent and your purpose in life (at least I think I do…took me about 30 years, haha), the path you walk toward is much easier to navigate and trek.

make your life a masterpiece quote by brian tracy

As crisp autumn continues to sweep across the rocky landscape in which I live, I think about how blessed I am and imagine my novel, Passage of Promise, published before Christmas. God willing, it’ll happen.

 

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Returning Home

Uhaul truck

Friends, sorry for MIA for the past few weeks. My family is busy in transition.

My husband, Troy, has obtained a new job in the same career field of maintenance and facilities manager/director of a school district, but this job is not in our present town of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, but in Commerce City, Colorado. This city is on the northeastern outskirts of the Denver area.

Troy drove out Thursday late morning and arrived late Friday afternoon in Colorado Springs, where he’s staying with a friend of ours for the time being until some place else opens up to him until he flies back to collect my sons and me on October 5.

He starts his new job on Monday, August 26.

Around August 15, we gave our landlord the required 60-day notice of leaving the rental house.

So, while he’s out West working and house hunting (and sharing the house walk through experience with me via FaceTime and texting), I’m busy packing up the house, with a little help from my oldest son, Nicholas.

I have to tell you, packing gets really old when you’ve done it at least three times before and watched the packers and movers clear out your various homes via many military moves, as well as the nine or so moves through my childhood and teens via my dad’s military moves. There were a few in between Dad’s retirement and meeting my active-duty husband a few years later.

packing boxes

The thought of packing up those flattened boxes in our cellar and garage once again doesn’t really excite me, but it has to be done. So, last weekend, I started packing and get  an average of three boxes done a day.

The good thing about this move is we’re returning to our favorite state. The state where we wanted to retire years ago but didn’t because the plans changed when hubby decided to go to graduate school in Boston.

In any case, God has granted us the blessing of returning to where we consider HOME. A beautiful place filled with our church family and friends. And the Rocky Mountains that we never get sick of seeing every morning, afternoon, and evening, on our walks, doing errands, going to work, and visiting friends.

Mt Elbert Rocky Mtns Colorado.jpg

Therefore, this explains my absence from my blog lately and explains it for the future chunks of time away due to packing and moving in the coming month.

Have you moved around a lot? Do you have a favorite place or state or country you prefer to live in? Are you a military brat like me?

Hope to be back at blogging when I get the time. After all, I’ve got a manuscript to send to my editor once I’m settled into our new home. 🙂

 

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